Poetry

When does one lose sense of reality? 
Is it normal to hold onto a crushed dream? 
How is it that we may find joy
When this reality is not what it seems? 
Do we imagine because we fear reality? 
Or do we merely yearn to escape it? 
Can't we ever find the strength? 
The strength we need to face it? 
Will there ever be a time
Where all life stands still? 
Or must we find within ourselves
The power that is our will?