The Lost Highwayman

The lost highwayman casts his shadow and upon his mind the wonders unfold, basking in their glory and misrepresentation. Where is the road ahead, beyond which the eyes do not see? Cast unto themselves, the beginnings of life reveal themselves and in a certain remarkable way, they create you and me. We are here for whose pleasure, and what, exactly is the pleasure that is sought by one and all. To seek fame and fortune is to seek disappointment and disgust. Is it the pleasure we deem to be the object of our remorse? Releasing the ties that bind, the pleasure of reality beckons to us as it draws near. Be still as it arrives and caresses your very being. Be still and be in comfort for the end has surely come.