Just hear me out here

Let's just say, for argument's sake, that you have impossibly long legs.

Not that you are tall, just that your legs are so long that the promise is incredibly drawn out from the top of your foot past the valley behind your knee to the sloping crest of your thigh.

That it takes me longer to travel the distance than you can manage to hold your breath for.

And that when I reach the crossroads, that I don't veer right or left or down the road less traveled.

That I just keep going, right past the past and beyond beyond beyond