some gallop, some canter, going nowhere
like a giant timepiece cogs turn and whirr
each circuit counts down the wheel of life
snorting in yellow paint fetlocks strain
they rise and dive in that stiff necked waltz
at an endless pace with even stiffer tails
rushing into eternity with wicked leering faces
never quite able to catch the one in front
merrily going round the riders shrieking, age
faster now as hell hounds snap at heels
this whirling race, no one wins...everyone loses