Riding into the sunset.

When I leave this earth my body bears more scars than a crucified Jesus. All the skid marks of an abusive life will be strewn all over my skin. Lungs black with smoking, weed and tobacco, liver packing up with dawn to dusk drinking. Bones all fractured with accidents and brawls; body fluids drained, heart broken into smithereens with all the women in my life. Yes my mind will be aching with longing and desires, despite partaking fully in every passion of life. Only fools will want to exit with the pristine body of a sage. I prefer to go with a withered and battered body, yet my spirit will be alive and kicking having savored every sensual moment in my life. Ultimately saints and sinners both disappear.