manipulation of a mindest

Our energy revolves around the same existence
lacking understanding
I crave the real life expression in your eyes
If words are any indication of a souls desire
I read into your life like a book of paths untaken
but you have travelled far to share your stories here
in limbo
for i can not reach you  
and you do not hear me calling
I have fallen for a ghost
mereley transparent ideals of who I believe you to be
and if all that exisits is a memory
how do we know we are not still dreaming
wake up and tell me
this is real