Sometimes the doors
Close just in front of you
Sometimes even the windows
Close just when you
Think they are the only
Way out.
Or in..
Or into
Your dreams.
But just when you lay down
Ready to give up
Your last useless breath
Right then,
A giant hand catches you
And caresses you
In a strong fist
Putting you down on your
Path
Or even higher,
Higher than you've
Ever dreamt.
And then,
Looking around
And looking up
And down,
You say to yourself
In amazement:
Horses don't die
When dogs want it.