Fun Interrupted

It is fun to see
What others claim
Do not exist

I revel in
A madness that
Claims many, releases few

Or, so I'm told
By the men in
the white coats.

But the others
Shimmering, etherial
They show me paths

Paths that exist
That others don't see
That don't exist.

I travel one
As we speak
I near it's end.

What will I see?
What will I have?
Peace, at last.