We hide ourselves in rooms, 
In vacuous discourses: 
Should we thus feed our fears, 
Or should we feed the horses? 

Can we find happiness and health 
In images and screens? 
Or should we travel somewhere else 
And handle carrot greens, 

Connecting to a living creature. 
Nobody can force us 
To feed our souls with emptiness, 
When we could feed 

The horses