The Shadows of our Minds

Sitting in a world where reality and imagination are the only concepts we know.
We constantly search for a purpose.
Drifting through emotions of happy, sad, or content.
Some turn to gods from another realm.
A realm some believe do not exist, yet a realm some have visited.
Others may turn to the pleasures of life.
Seeking sex, drugs, or just simple friendship.

What if we are the ethreal being that so many have sought?
What if we are the only true friend we can behold?
Who is to say we aren't lost in our own thoughts,
wandering through memories of friends we could not find,
or experiencing the joys we were to afraid to seek.
What if our imagination and reality have intertwined,
and what if the things we know to be truths, certain laws that cannot be broken,
aren't but the mad ravings of a man locked in his body.

The illusion of time we portray is the gathering of thoughts.
The only way we know of what is real or fake.
Our process, our only comprehension to keep us sane.
But upon a deeper search, a look into ones inner most being,
We find there is no time, no safe zone to keep us tethered.
All we have is our thoughts.
The concept of real and imaginary are just thoughts.

As we lay down at the end of the day we return.
Back into darkness, life, and nothingness.
We don't remember it for there is nothing to remember.
Lying in the shadows of our mind,
The complete emptiness that everyone knows but can not remember.
The void we call sleep is just a mere slip back into reality.
The only true, the only absolute.
So pure we can not grasp it but make our own worlds to slip away.