I travel through limitless

illusion without using chemicals,

strong French tobacco and cheap

whisky excluded. Intuition is

my guide, but my destiny keeps

shifting. I have tried staying

on the road, but there were simply

too many turns leading nowhere.

Echos and mirages fill my mind

while space and time fly by.

I feel I am approaching the end

of infinity. I hit the brakes,

but it's too late. I skid beyond

description, awareness and some

dust covered sign marking the end.

In my rear view mirror I see

memories of an illusion slowly fade.

I wait for the end, but something

tells me it will never come.

I look at my watch to see what

time it is, but the hands are gone.

The face says to me: you're time's up!