Like buried undersea treasuries,

My heart has some beautiful memories.

One of which shows glimpses of happiness,

Of those maverick horses that even time cannot harness!

Horses running in a grassland like spreading bushfire,

Chasing their dreams coupled with desire.

With the pace that couldn't be matched,

Seems maggots have taken over their head,

Proceeding as if perfectly hatched,

For others, they were a severe dread!

Those horses are out for a secret aim,

Confusing others with expressions arcane

What were we out for ? Everybody obsessed;

We're out for "Elysium-A perfect state of happiness"!