Left, right, left, right.
Darting from track to track.
They wind and intertwine,
join and turn back.
Around and around,
tiresome and lost.
Following false signs.
Creating, illuminating,
ignoring and disintegrating,
never ending cycle of
thought.

.. silence..

An Opening - a Clearance
Death? Disappearance?
No, just the sweet caress
of sleep.