I travel through limitless illusion without using chemicals, strong French tobacco and cheap whiskey 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. Echoes 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!