What happen's to reality when it starts slipping?
Does it lay in a puddle at your feet,
Waiting for you to soak it back up?

Where does the fantasy go when it leaves?
Is it waiting in a little shack,
Awaiting your arrival?

Does it affect your psych?
Can it kill you?
Will you be left nothing but a shell when one is gone?

Will you leave if one goes?
Will you put me away for my health?
Would you still love me,
Even if I turned out to be insane?

What if you force the fantasy to stay?
So you didn't need to deal with all of reality.
What if you lost all of the magic in your eyes,
And this was your last chance to grasp it?

Would you be okay if you shoved reality out?
Because, it's not as great as the fake thing?
Because you're scared of all of it?

What if you knew the difference,
But didn't care?
Would you be psychotic?

Can you pull yourself out before you let it slip?
Before they send you to someone,
Who will take it all away.
And stuff you with drugs that make you depressed,
Angry,
Tired,
Worse than you were without them.

Is it better to tell your mind,
Or keep it safe from everyone else?
Will they shun you because it's not safe in there?

Will they mock what you dream?
Will they cast out what they don't like?

Will they turn you into something that you don't want to be but you have you listen because they're supposed to know best but you're sitting here in a corner crying over what you lost because someone else decided who you should be.

Which life do you trust when you don't want to lose both?