"I'll Manage"

One bright morning,
in a chariot of gold,
with four white horses,
all of the racing mould,
I set out on a journey,
towards the prosperous west.
Leaving the clouds behind,
we surged without any rest.

"This looks very pretty,
Easily, I'll manage" I said.

While I enjoyed the ride,
with nowhere to steer,
the horses kept leaping straight,
not knowing where to veer.
One by one each of them,
had started and now raised the whinnying.
But I wasn't going to stop,
Not till I wasn't winning.

In their pain, I saw no reason.
"Weak horses. But I'll manage" I said.

With the sun setting down,
and light fading away,
I began to ponder,
if we were losing our way.
To be where I wanted to be,
a map I needed to plot.
In my haste and gleeful frenzy,
this I most certainly forgot.

Ah!! these blind horses
"How'll I Manage? " I wondered.

Adding to my woes,
came a frightening jolt.
All of a sudden,
we came to a halt.
Devoid of thoughts,
some help I brought.
A ridiculing laughter later he said
"Why have cubical wheels, you got?"

Dumb horses or Mute Mules?
"However, I'll manage." I said.

Dragging along and
struggling throughout
We barely scrapped and
made our way out.
I could've planned
and got round wheels,
let the tired horses
cool their heels.
I was warned enough,
but went for the gambit.
Though the mistake mine,
had others pay for it.

No matter how much the damage,
I always told you "I'll Manage"