The Cart, and The Horse.

Poetry

Our cart is a rich one, grandiose indeed, with all banks, investments, and assets riding high.

Our poor, trusted horse of money does a great job carrying all people, trailing behind, tethered by an elastic leash of debt.

But wait, isn’t our cart supposed to be trailed by our horse?

Indeed it is! But, how can our horse ever get in front of our cart, if the cart is always pulling?

No matter, the elastic leash of debt is getting longer and longer. Soon it will surely snap.

And then we will realise; we no longer need the cart, only the horse, and oh how it can gallop when freed.