I chase the horse

But the horse runs on

I struggle to keep up

My breath is sharp

But the horse runs on

I try to run faster

But I know I stand no chance

And the horse runs on

A taunting prance

I am slowing down

Yet the horse seems near

It has never slowed

But it is clear

And as I stare, I lose my will

The horse is still

White, the horse gleams

Bright and so dark

Black, the horse absorbs

Dark and so bright

I reach out to touch it

The horse is so still

But my hand, reaching out, feels nought but air

The horse isn’t gone and the horse isn’t there

I can see it, although my eyes are blind

The horse is gone, but not inside

I had not felt anything, but it had seemed like air

The horse was always, always there

I can feel it deep inside of me

And in sudden realization, I can see

That there was no horse hidden from me

I wasn’t chasing a gleaming stag

I was chasing after me