I was rested upon a cloud,
even as my feet dragged across the Earth,
I could see,
two worlds in front of me,
and all the places I'd rather be.

Trance,
without a sense of being,
stuck in the gateway,
of life and fantasy.

Halfway in Utopia,
but then reality comes calling,
as the glass cube shatters,
it places it's fragments within my soul,
piercing my heart,
as I begin to bleed out.

With my mind shattered,
and my heart in tatters,
I am forced to choose,
but yet to live,
all within two realities.

Embellished with lies,
painted with fantasy,
but then reality comes calling,
all with a forceful blow,
as static of frustration.

As one is better,
for I know.
but the other grows with appeal.

For all my desires,
for my liberty,
for my honesty,
all for my fragments.

Observing from afar,
two realities,
hardly one psyche,
one love,
one home,
one foundation,
and one sky.