How Much Time Has Passed? Poem by David Blake

Inside the dream alone hollow visions
nothing like what I through the rose
colored glass imagined that I might
have seen. Time slowly moving,
insane the light burning my eyes,
eager not to see I close them and
pretend to sleep. Trying to unlock the
mysteries of a life that is so obscure,
how much of this illusion is real?
Unaware that anything has changed
you look at me and smile, and it is in
that moment I realize it was all in vain.