Driving along a highway..
that which leads me
to an intersection
of all ABC plots
that were drafted
by my fates.

I hope I make it there
on time before
the credits roll
and it’s too late.
I hope the engine
on this Mustang
doesn’t fail me..
that my gas tank
doesn’t whittle down
its fuel to mere fumes..

If any of it
doesn’t go as planned
then I’m afraid
my ending might just be
a mugshot
on the evening news.
Alas, simply because
a story’s ending
may be sad..
does not imply
the story in itself
was bad.

The strongest
measure of a story
lies in the emotions
that it made us feel.
That is the only virtue
by the means of which
good stories make
our life feel real..
more real than real.