Reality...

I stand on the balcony of my dreams,
Where neither time nor space have any avail,
and where illusion and reality are obscure.
I step out into the dim light that the night
has to offer, and there I am exposed.

The silhouette of my reality
dances in the shade of dark shadows.
And I can see but a mere glimmer of
its composed agility as it flutters
in its gaiety.

Though there is light, the night
is fogged by a thick cloud that blinds my view
of all that surpasses the edge of the balcony.
While standing there, I will remain
in my dream.

But to escape my dream I must leap
into the horizon that I can neither see
nor fathom. So while sitting on the edge, I
contemplate...debate...weigh the best
of the two tangent worlds.

I stand lost in a state of thought, thinking
that if I stand there
for a little while longer, the answer
to all that beseeches me
will be unveiled.

But in the interior of me, I know
that my epiphany
lies not within me, but outside of me,
and above me, and around me, and I
must leave my niche to search for it.

My trance breaks when my dream
and my reality collide
and there I am awakened.
Aware of my fears, of the present,
and of the truth.

The chill of the cold night
accents my sense of awareness
and of cognizance,
and the fright
of reality submerges.

No longer in the invulnerability of my dream,
I must step out into the indistinct
and metamorphose my world into
something definite and lucid
and even ethereal.

I am no longer in a dream,
I now stand on the unrevealed
facing my reality and my fear.
For if I fear.. I will never live.
And if I never live.. I am already dead.

J