The Dream of the Horse

I'm surrounded by my fence. I'm moving forwards and backwards, I can't get out.

A boy is walking, He observes me, stops, gets close, Talks, says hello, Nevertheless, I know he's afflicted with something. His heart is living in a fence as well.

I'm standing there, listening to The boy's friendly words; He feeds me with pasture Through the fence, Nevertheless, I'm tasting love.

I know he wants to release me, He himself feels the same way. But he has to go. He waves.

Alone again, Inside this fence, Mankind's whim. I want to get out. I don't envy him.

What is the worst thing? Looking and wishing freedom From inside a fence, Or having a fenced freedom?