Pisaries Creator

The message was clear.
You're damned if you do.
You're more damned if you don't.

You sit down like the others.
The place where thick girls go.
The seats give a little extra.

They push you in a certain direction.
They yell follow me to the end.

I ask the end of what? 
of where?
of whom?

We have to be near the end of the long, dusty road.
There can be no other explanation.

The miles walked are without shoes.
There is no evidence saying otherwise.

The movement are stars in the sky.
They look similar.
It's hard to keep them in line.

You walk toward the brightness.