The Desired Realm

Believe it now:
What's in front of the eye
Only seems to be an illusion,
So you'll never wonder why
The cloud behind fails to disperse
Into unseen vapors
When reality moves in closer
Until it starts to taper
Into a dying presence that
You cannot acknowledge,
Even when its reflection is clear
Like the glass upon the ledge
Blocking you from your redemption.
And hands upon the frost
Can no longer grasp onto this world
Without the unwanted cost
Of deception being destroyed
So that lives are reclaimed,
And brought into the vitality
That reeks of becoming shamed
Time after time as the days pass
Until everything blurs
And the drones crawl back to their dreaming,
Waiting for upcoming spurs
By the forces that desire
Reality's rebirth.