Lost and Found in the Void

On the walls of delusion in my mind,  

There hangs a portrait of reality.  

I often walk past it,  

Sometimes stopping to give it a long, lingering stare.  

But only from a distance—  

I am intrigued by its details,  

Yet overwhelmed by the chaos it brings.  

This is the world I am meant to inhabit,  

Yet how can I belong to it  

When I am truly here,  

Stuck between worlds?  

A tap on my shoulder—  

I turn to find a version of myself,  

A whisper: “You don’t belong there.”  

Now, I stand at the edge,  

Caught between fighting my reality  

And embracing the one I long to join.  

I delay, but time never waits.  

The moment is here,  

I must step into the real world now,  

Face its chaos head-on.  

So I push forward,  

Drawing closer to the reality I’ve feared,  

Leaving behind a world of peace and serenity.  

But then, something shifts.  

I realize, the further I move,  

The more reality begins to fade.  

Now, I am neither here nor there—  

Stuck between two worlds,  

Belonging to neither.  

I feel restless,  

Afraid that I’ll never reach the real world,  

Yet not fully part of the delusion anymore.  

Where am I? Am I lost?  

I search for the path,  

But there is no straight line anymore.  

I stumble, struggle,  

Tired and overwhelmed, I sit on a rock.  

My thoughts, like a flood, begin to consume me.  

In my frustration, I ask:  

Where do I belong?  

The world I desire doesn’t want me,  

And the one I belong to seems to fade from sight.  

To my surprise, my thoughts answer:  

A person like you belongs nowhere.  

You belong in a world that is neither real nor delusional,  

But in a space between,  

A world that is entirely your own.  

In this world, you are the creator,  

The ruler of your fate.  

Here, you can switch between realms,  

Control everything, and belong only to yourself.