The Horse

More and more
The horse walks into the house through the front door
More and more

More and more
What used to be forbidden is the norm
More and more

I'm just a pattern of lights and darks to her
You are a sailboat sailing through sparks of sunny water to her
Yes, I am sure the horse recognizes your astounding everlasting beauty

We must bow our heads
To get in and out of what we're living in

Rule of thumb
Bow before all
Before none