High Horse

It’s something

To see

Someone parade themselves

Around

On a high horse

The view outward is never

What it is inward

For the eyes are closed when

Riding upon these magnificent animals

The all-knowing

Most of the time

Know very little

Eventually

The horse’s ground

Will become unsteady

Rocky to ride upon

The rider’s posture changes

And they begin

To slip from their

Star studded saddle

Down they go!!!

Down

Down

Down

Their empire of arrogance

Will crumble like a house of cards

Falling to the ground bewildered

Anything like this could happen to them

Their high horse will flee

And once again

They will find themselves at eye level

With the rest of the world

Yes

Seeing eye level is humbling indeed

The perfect balance

On the seesaw of life

Sometimes

Falling is what it takes to awake

For the blind to see

For the deaf to hear

For the tuned out

To

Tune in

This fall is life changing for some

But

Most climb right back on