The existential hamster runs ceaselessly,
not for enlightenment, but to escape
the labyrinth of its own making.
Time and tide wait for no one,
especially not those
who chart destiny on the back of a napkin.
The philosopher awakes to find
that the coffee was an illusion,
brewed from the beans of skepticism.
Perhaps, the void muses,
it's not the destination,
but the Wi-Fi connection.