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!