Fear Is Not Always Real

clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop

Running towards the first money barrel

The sound of the horse’s hooves don’t stop 

Turn the barrel, hit the gravel

Reminiscing the first time I ever rode a horse

Turtle was his name

My fear arose

Even though he was supposedly tamed

As time progressed, my fear recessed

Barrel racing became my calling

For doing what I love, I felt blessed

As I felt myself evolving

Riding taught me that what I fear, is not always real

To this truth, I owe to much