Hesitant slow,
I reach for the mark.
It is so close yet so far.
Real it is,
but fake it feels.
To reach to touch,
under thy hand.
A dream is how it feels,
where my actions are meaningless,
my touch....fake,
and feelings unreal.
Like a game being played,
hope to save when bored.
Or a book its pages hidden,unread.
Though somewhere in between,
reality and a dream,
I know that when I reach.....
touch....
It will affect myself,
somewhere in between.
I hope to find a true part,
a sense of self.....
In reality...
then a dream.
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