The Soul and the Horse with the Wooden Wheels

For a long time it has been like this, I am both the wooden pull-toy horse with the string, and the child who pulls it.

You remember those old fashioned toys, yes?

The little wooden horse on a platform of wheels.
And you can only pull it so far before it tips or gets hung up.

There are many “me”-s, as there are many “you”-s.

One I goes on ahead, and tries to encourage the other I.

Then it goes back for it.

It gets out ahead of the small wooden horse and tries the carrot, and the sugar cube.

It gets behind and pushes.

Then it goes back to the front and takes the string and slowly pulls the horse forward as best it can.