fakeality

Left here to dry, left here as life passes by.
Cast a desperate hand to grasp a dream, hold on to see it seen.
Sight is fake to the dreamer but real to the blind minded.
Pieced together is the life that grew with the guided.
To bare fruit from the tree is a gift for the faithful, obedient and free.
So fold your hands and seek the unseen, for time waits for nobody.