Confused Like Horses
He sat down and tried
but couldn't truly
make out the shapes.
he sleepwalks into streetlit
rooms all over
You dream of your best friend's
house - it's a collage,
but you'd swear blind it was the real thing.
Us here, we're confused
like horses kick in thunderstorm stables.
The distant end of every tunnel
is darker than the blue of every night above.