The Perception of Horses

All horses are the same color
and have the same riders

They all whinny silently
and trot loudly

Their interiors are stuffed
with empty routines and pinches of hope

If you were to ride one of them, or all
you would certainly fall quickly

They wear halters and blinders
causing a tender myopic tunnel vision

And with their necks restrained,
hooves directed and lack of will

They cannot look around
but only toward the unknown destination

The point of convergence
at the end of the road

Death.