Carriage

I dream I am an aging steed
lagged, behind the carriage lead
yet ever trot, proceed- it seems
that I will let myself allow
this carriage pave my every route;

I move amid the shrubs and roots,
for hours now, I have been loose;
Yes, I am old, but what to do?
In saunter to my heedless lead,
I am but trapped inside a dream.