They gallop across the sky <br />Like Apocalypse <br />They are grey and wild and make their move <br />Where do they want to be? <br /> <br />As above, so below, they cry <br />Men plot to make their move <br />Powerful is what they want to be <br /> <br />To gain all, they scheme and lie <br />As men plot to make their move <br />Sane is what the world must be <br /> <br />Man proposes, God disposes <br />Like Lost Horses, people strive <br />Free will is what we're given <br />To make our move <br />Sane is what the world wants to be <br /> <br />They gallop across the sky <br />They laugh <br />As horses may sometimes do.<br /><br />Debbie Loraine Kean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-horses/
