Aye.

"Ride off into the sunset."

And evermore,

ye-

"Don't frett."

But evermore,

alas,

listen to me,

I may be just a lass.

but I have oh great wisdom from my past.

Oh,

I have loved a furry beast

with amounting cannines,

feline upfront,

love of a hunt,

I taught her, not him,

mind you,

to not play with her food.

And I rested contentedly in the eye of a hurricane,

insane not,

so sane with piling insanity,

I act in the most sane way I can,

insanity for the profound hope of a better humanity.

But I am young and pretty,

I shant be witty,

and yet here I am,

jere here

at my heavily guarded cheer,

but here,

you see,

I have climbed up Mount Everest

alone, without a rest,

is that enough of a test?

It's strange once you have seen,

I even love your utter, upmost, clear dissociation 

to my formatted presentation,

how much this means to me,

may mean to you not,

but that makes me beam.

A kind of beam,

weird as it seems,

I love my foil,

my contrast in great turmoil may accelerate the damage,

but through that I know,

on I go,

on still,

still, still...