Standing At a Metaphysical Crossroad

Standing at a metaphysical crossroad Not knowing what is real What is imagined What never was or will be Looking in the distance Stars surround a glowing sun in a darkened sky A rainbow spirals out of control Spreading from mountain to river Touching a hundred points of glass It dances wildly Never stopping Never wanting to be beautiful Clouds creep along cracks in the dry earth Never rising, never falling Surrounding snow covered rocks and life Dripping veins of the darkest light Covered a veil of something not yet known Silvery and liquid It glows as light hits its flowing surface Reflecting into waves of misty air Spreading across the world Moving on currents of cold Heated by the fires of the past Igniting the land before it Not allowing anything to become too real Waves of visual distortion Twisting and bending whatever beauty there is Not showing what was Casting illusion of what may be It must be asked What is real? Does the world really look like this? Is physical reality true? Does the world exist as remembered? Does the world exist at all? Is there a reality? Is this reality a part of someone’s dream? Or someone’s nightmare?