A horse bolts from the gates From the saddle the jockey guides it Together they work in a tandem The crowd rises to its feet The pace gathers Surely they have this in the bag Everthing seems to go plan The gamblers cross their fingers Others nervously chew on their nails Now only the front three can win Suddenly, it all comes to halt A crushing ,harrowing stop The horse had looked to the side Rattled by the screaming crowds Saw the other Jockey waving his stick The other horses seemed too close He lost focus ,he pulled up Throwing the jockey off the saddle He did not have any blinders on He failed to keep his eyes straight Because of this, many hopes were crashed A certain win has become a tragedy Such is life, we all need blinders There are many distractions, Especially from people who feel threatened To get to prize , the mind must clear and focused Like a horse our mind needs BLINDERS .