How gallantly I must strive to restrain thee!
Galloping off wildly
in pursuit of so many passions,
insistently stomping and frothing at the mouth.
Calm thyself, wild stallion of speech!
For words lose power when overused,
like a man who always stands
on the top of a hill
flapping his arms–
after a while,
the feeling of alarm fades and
one simply gets used to the wind.