Realities half twist, a one sided trip
On the cusp, concealed footprints of purpose erase
a fading memory on a mobius strip
a departed dimension in time and space
Circles in a whirlpool of similarity
no clockwise or counter clockwise
Mirrored, cloned waves on a boundless sea
horizon to horizon, watery desert, dunes arise
No signs, no roads, no marker
always returning to where one began
Unable to see that it couldn\'t get darker
marooned on an endless journey, no plan
Not knowing from where one came;
should one resist or go with the flow?
Truth a ghostly, unfathomable game
Even who one is, one doesn\'t know
A single dimension, the rest an illusion
no smell, balance, touch, taste, deaf and blind
Thoughts nothing more than a reoccurring delusion
intuition evaporated into the turmoil of one\'s mind