Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Year of the Horse

Two thousand fourteen is the year
Of the horse so say the Chinese.
But worldwide fortunetellers gear
Up to sell humans on foresees.
Year start, the humans celebrate,
Doing party stuff humans do.
Some really believing their fate
Rides with horses - destiny to.
But humans and horses don't run
With the same purpose of the race.
Horses sense when a race is done,
While humans just aimlessly chase.

The one who could care less, of course,
About this year of is the horse.