prancing on a pony

Every one of us has a story
of who we are, of what's going on.
Every one believes their story to be true,
other's stories as unreal, and give explanations
that convince no one but themselves
and their fellow story inmates.
Very few dwell outside of story.
The story of no story is still a story.
Few know how to just be
without prancing on a pony.
This is my story.