Instant Nirvana

Smokey clouds swallow the ghastly moon. Making strange shadows upon the black tar road. I hear a trickling stream And rustling creatures beneath overgrown weeds. I breathe deep the cleansing air, The stillness is beautiful, Too fragile for a fractured soul. A car light intrudes and quickly fades. I have a stone in my shoe. And a battered ciggie in my pocket. I'll keep walking,keep walking towards oblivion Keep walking to where the world ends. I'm neither lonely nor free; in a world of dreams, Is this the only thing real?