Blinders on and looking forward
A carrot is dangled from a rod and string before me
It lies not far from me, but I cannot reach it
My eyes gaze it and I wish to have it
I move forward
Trotting slowly at first
However, I am no closer
Even in full gallop
The carrot escapes me
Why do I run so?
REALIZATION!
Don’t run as it is pointless.
Perhaps upon standing still
The buggy master will relent
Perhaps he will provide that which he has teased with
Perhaps he will remove the carrot altogether
Tis then I will move when and if I so wish
When I am moving at will
He may not be taken where he wishes to go ~ Maggie ~ September 6, 2008 @ 3:59 p.m. EST
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