This pathway is my life,
Behind, vehicles
In front, thorns
Rightwards are vast empty and endless paddocks

Fear overwhelms me, I can't control where I steer.
Paralyzed by anticipation of actions, pushed by gushes of wind into destinations unwanted.

Unwinding into a spiral of crashes, colisions into mountains of despair.
Avalanches of irresistable agony.

Death, the only way out.