Escape to Reality

Am I part reality, or a figment of imagination?

Am I part fantasy, or a line in someone's scribbled note?

Am I part story, or someone's forgotten thoughts?

Am I part plot, or lost in a cloud

I know, what's the cure?

I know, what's making me feel sore?

Would I know, this is your handstand?

Would I know, this is a mental crutch?

I feel the warmth of your skin on mine, is this just commotion?

Because I feel this pounding heart, is this a lover's potion?

Because I feel the tears I cry, is this a fly in the lover's eye?

Because I feel no anxiety, is this paradise?

How I wish these thoughts were truly mine, not perfume in my brain

How I wish reality wasn't being washed away, not drowning in a river of pollution

How I wish the rain would cease, not leak into my bed

How I wish this mental façade, could be removed, and reality rebuilt

Please stop deceiving my consciousness, and stop holding me, prisoner

Please stop haunting the dark corridors of my subconscious, and get me off this bender

Please stop by, and help me, help me, help meeeeeeeeeeee, from the gutter, to find reality

Please stop by, and free me, free me, free meeeeeeeeeeee, from obscurity, to find reality