Striving Illusions Poem by Reginald Scott

I am striving for a thing that's real
The purpose of life is to touch and feel
The thoughts that reside in the depths of minds
Untalented thoughts define the times
Of baited pasts and a sense to steal
The wrongness of right and the right of real
When i fall asleep under the falling clouds
I find my mind that has no bounds
The sky a wound of my present and future
My memories and thoughts providing a suture