Why would he always sleep on the last bench Then wake and sketch up a picture so naïve Why would he lie in the grass for hours and presume the sky a big-blue cave and that there is nothing, like very exciting and no use indulging in things they say fun and whatever will happen, will happen, so what do if you feel, then go out but I won’t run Cause he’s lazy stubborn and crazy Aint moving his ass for no love for no gun But one thing which wakes him Some times bake's him Is he one the only Who got nothing to live No targets no aims no fears no crib he’s almost just over yes he’s done So sometimes he digs His eyes when he shaves For he knows no reason for this being brave Not the life of a looser Nor the dream of a slave Then why is happy sitting on a grave !!!
thanks for reading ... its actually a difficult thought, which i think i over simplified and in some way failed ... may be !! Horse > the poem is about people who never felt or feel they have any purpose in life (lol but sm really do feel so ..that too right from their childhood )... i dont knw how many culd get it !!