SteemitPoetryContest #16-Unreal reality.

The mind holds the power to construct terrenes
forge images and deceive your senses
showing you life through fantasy lenses
To the point where reality becomes unreal

Happy until you snap out of the trance
left woke, sad, stuck and unable to advance
as a shimmer of mist engulfs your sight
blurry like a poorly taken picture

Despite the pain that comes from reminiscing
you still choose to imagine, without dismissing
the fact that your dreams only give a distorted view
but answer this, if you could switch it off, would you?

OJ

Image from Deviant Art