Reality-Hunt

See, something is going on with me. I'm still trying my hardest to figure out what it could be. It's been so long since I was able to see I've become blind to the realness of reality. You loved me, or so you said. Fantasies of what love could be filled my head. I asked God if it could be true before I went to bed. Proved to be dead, the dream of an actual love turned up dead. Thought that I could do it all. Beat down by the "perfect life" call. Wanted to rule everything, and I was once on the ball, But sadly, it's not a fact, and on my belly I now crawl. To the curb of life, I constantly was kicked. It was simply too much to see, so I got sick With the sights of how low the light came from the lit wick Of the vision I should seek. Hit me harder than a brick. Living a life in the land of dreams, it just cannot be so. Stepped out there, and broke a couple of toes. Not one to just sit back on the row. Getting out there to seek reality some mo'. If, at any point, you are looking crazy at me, I have come to know that you have failed to see. I'm no longer flying in the islands of fantasy. Now, I am a bounty hunter, searching for that which we call reality.