With the world at my back and wind in my bones, I ride,

never to look back at the beaten byway beneath my being.

I am broken in both body and brain, yet as I take breath,

I too take reverence for the actualities of amity.

Conceivably, I may one day convene such company,

but I fear such falsehoods fit only fabrication,

and even now I escape existence and elope with allegory.

Know this --- such stories hold no substance, no pertinence to purpose.

Steer clear of this crossroad if you cherish your chances.