The Slow Horse

The slow horse time.

You took the fall, Landed here.

Among the washed-out, the dumps, Yet some true mettle lingers.

Tall tree draws the wind; Play the fast horse now, Feel the others pull you back, Slow the stride. You must strain to return, To run with the swift again. Or fade here, unseen, Ordinary dust among them.

And then, you realise the truth. Be a slow horse in sometime, is a must,

For a better fly.

Think slow and act slow during the slow horse time, and then, Think deep and act fast in return.