When Realities Collide
Though the horizon is what I see,
my being yearns for else to be.
This time exists to tell a tale
of a story I must prevail.
But the heart knows it seeks another,
the soul belongs to no other;
Now, till later on,
I have, but no choice, to embrace,
and to go much further on my own.
But I dream of a reality,
of a reality I wish to exist.
To go away from where I am,
to forgo all and everything else.
But the present shall not have it.
I am pulled back to it.
To remind the self I am here,
that I live for a reason, it seems to be.
So this hand I see, my own to use,
to make the present I desire with my muse.