Dream Forever

Day by day, I bask in the familiar light of rejection.
 What my heart possesses, is far too buried by the mockery that
 is what other's refuse to uncover. Too deep within for a second look,
 it remains transparent to a desirable eye.
 But if only an accidental look was taken, she might
 see what she longs for. For she has not come to be, but only
 in my dreams. Her face remains blank, and her mind remains
 un-configured. But she is there as I drift into the
 only comfort I bear. She is imperfection viewed perfectly,
 in my foresight. But as I awaken, I am reminded that she
 is not real, but only the cruelty that is rejection.
 The dormant thoughts of I am not good enough, but the
 exterior ball and chain of I am only a friend, or I
 am a lost memory, that cannot be regained.
 Time beckons people into the depths of apathy and
 delusion, that a pure soul is a walking mess
 of desperation. For am I desperate? Or am I tainted by
 the eyes of imperfection seen perfectly viewing me
 imperfectly? Time will not remain, we are just a moment in time.
 And my aspirations are futile in the blinded sight
 of one incapable of such a claim.
 But as I drift once again, my dream comes to life, and
 the only thing in my life that isn't real, is the only
 salvation that is obtainable.
 This world, full of beggars, killers, thieves, and
 deceitful eyes, can never crush something as
 unconditional as a dream, nor can they break chains set
 by their own selfish desires. So I shall break my own chains, dream
 and wake with my head held high, and continue the journey that
 is reality, until this pure heart is uncovered, and grey fades to
 a beauty so deep that it blinds my tainted eyes but for a moment,
 and when all is clear. I will view the eyes of imperfect perfection,
 glaring back and seeing perfection viewed imperfectly by
 deceitful eyes, and we can intertwine flawlessly into everything
 we've ever wanted. And we will finally know what love is....