street signs and side-winding snakes drew a map
to the end of all times and time stood still;
there was no way of getting that image out of my head,
especially after i'd studied the difference in the maps
that they drew, and the one i'd been given.

graced by the simplest idea that we're heading somewhere,
we stop and relax; let the time flow through us.
there's enough left here for all to just enjoy it,
but we're not enjoying as much as we should for ourselves;
there's greed in their eyes, don't you see it?

can you see the stars in their heads, shining
brightly enough for us to have a beautiful path at night,
and once the sun has risen, their dreams will die.
replaced with the harsh realities that this is where we're at,
and soon, we'll be nowhere faster than the last time we headed out.

"follow the signs, they're hard to miss," he told me,
and i believed i could read them all; indifference
catches me off-guard and throws me to the next one.
'wrong exit,' i thought. 'we're gonna have to turn around.'
time to backtrack again; always caught out here naked.