Theres nothing left

So Sorry Dearest...
His last word echoes
and with unclear definitions
writes a solution in invisible ink
while it whispers to me from under a black hat:
"the ocean of your imagination
fears the reality of truth
and creates the bridge to a new world you dont have to fear."
The idea of any other reaction
is shattered into a million peices
and the dreams of a perfect world come crashing down on me
like a ton of bricks
because there is no such thing as a perfect world...
not in this life anyway...
So i will close my eyes, cross the bridge and be in the right place
-in colour-
at the right time
-right now-
where a light shines and provides answers
to all these god forsaken questions.
When i return to the real world,
everything is back in a million directions
and 1st impressions twirl
without the mountain of doubt blocking their path
which speaks in rhym and draws conclusions that sometimes
conclude too fast.
but the possibility of love is non-excistant here..
. so for the last time I will close my eyes,
drift off to voyage my own sea of imagination,
create one last bridge and enter my perfect world.
Where yesterday doesnt matter,
and tomorrow never comes...