Dreams or Dimension?

What is real?
Abilities to taste, touch, hear, see, feel?
Desires to be?
Wishes for me?
I think myself sick
I beg the clock not to tick
What is real?

Spinning deeper into space
Falling further from spoken grace
Creating a plastic, synthetic, silicone mold
That bombards your roots, contradicts what youre told
Wake up from the dream?
No sleep till your seen!
Daydreams at night.
Nightmares at light.
What is real?

Trust who you are-wait-i cant see that far!
Trust who you know-wait-what is friend, what is foe?
Impulse drives action, is it always temporary satisfaction?
Why are you doing this? or why am i here?
Who is this soul starring back in the mirror?
Is it fate or my power?
Is it faith or the hour?
The emotion of this is too much to release, the sound is my source only when will it cease?
What is real?

You?
Me?
Him?
Her?
Tasted?
Touched?
Felt?
Heard?
Real isnt a constant, but rather a word.