He went out to play, just for fun.

Adventure imagined, exploits, joyful courage; just with what is present, just for fun.

 

Raging wild flying steed unreined will surely diminish, diminish, diminish (at least the stallion of joy); by problems yet to concern him.

 

What will succumb first to hostile reality, skeptical selfishness, and the detritus stumbling stuff …  imagination?  Then what?

Will the broom be put to ancient use when the stallion no longer appears?

Replaced by the ethereal wonder of damsels?

 

 

 

 

 

Will this training give status with reigning oligarchs or seduction by high-celebrity she-devils?

 

And to what

will imagined courage,

learned at play …

… be sufficient?