Great things lie beyond the horizon -- I've seen them. Dreams ride me beyond the confines of the open road, this highway that divides desert into desolation and despair. Asphalt has taught me pain while the sky has taught me fear. My life leans beside me -- engine steaming, kickstand low; chrome dissolves in motley parade, oil drips onto the road. Starting stutters it to, again, a stop. The machine is wheezing. There is beauty in the sunset, rays reflected in the clouds. A light shower massages the day's pains. The sunset cools. The shower darkens. I wrap myself in a blanket of bitterness. Great things lie beyond the horizon -- I've seen them. In dreams.