I can see the entire world
through the crystal clear eyes
of a mock horse, a pendulum of warped
time and draining worries
that never touches anything as it spins
on its axis of no rest
and few worries. It continues
even after the reasons have vanished
for it to keep going. The horse looks
on, forever immobilized
into a figure of perked ears,
prancing legs lifted high,
happiness etched onto its face.
Only when it stops swinging
does it worry...worry when the next
push will come, worry it could be knocked
off its stand into the world below,
into pain and sorrows its innocence
has never known before.
Yet the axis comes back,
and on it the horse rests again,
to once more swing with all the happiness
possessed in its crystal clear eyes.
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