Drunk on the Unreal

Drunk on the Unreal

3/8/08

When Reality’s lines are blurred

I feel all of my senses stirred.

I don’t know where you begin,

I don’t know where I end.

Can you answer the question?

Can you tell me where to go?

I need an answer now,

Before I fall.

When Reality’s lines are blurred,

I can do so much.

I bend the rules and shape the truth.

I am at rule here.

But how can I conquer

What I can’t hold tight.

I ask these questions

And once I know the answer,

It will end my life.

A life spent on searching,

A life spent on believing,

Creating, hoping, knowing

That someday it would end.

I feel Reality’s grip,

I hear its seductive whispers.

But I am drunk to this affect.

Now I can make a right decision.

When Reality’s lines are blurred,

I see better, hear better,

I think better and know better.

I can’t be wrong here.

This is where I belong.