Slingshot Through the Poconos in the Batmobile!

So having overstayed my welcome
I slingshot through the Poconos in the "Batmobile"
Sidewinding my way about the
Dips and valleys of the mountainside
The roiling and undulating kaleidoscopic
Milky-Way mountain sky cursing me from up ahead
Every so often I pull over onto the side of the road and
In all earnestness go, "The majesty!"
There are two times when you say the word majesty
When you are a peasant begging for your life from a mad king
And when you shouldn't be driving
And I was both, man!
On my knees in the Pocono mountain dirt
Begging the god
King of the cosmos for some respite, for some sign
And it looking down at me like
"Mm, I think not, boy! Take him away!"
And I start to think about just not going home
And it's something that
I'd thought about a lot during this period
This idea of getting in the car
And driving off into the sunset with no goodbyes
I'd even compiled this list of
Weird towns throughout America I'd like to stop in on
This open-ended walkabout sort of thing
Where I would be free to become anybody I'd like
Or perhaps nobody at all
I was the only person on the road for miles, okay?
I was only endangering myself, okay?
Just, save your judgement
Look, I don't condone anything, okay?
If anybody ever asks you, "Does Will Wood condone-"
No!
Ans- End of question, end of sentence, don't-
I don't do the condone- Don't-