I dream of knights and dragons

Candlelight and Torches

Is there a place for perspective 

In a world without points of view

Save for the grasping

At whatever's deemed true 

By most recent consensus.

In worlds made of screens

We live out our dreams

Vicariously through others

And sometimes through you

Oh, Did that room have a view?

Somebody gets injured

And fantasizers get mad

Someone's arrested

And daydreamers perjure themselves

To dream on

And ignore the twelve shades of blue

In this fading twilight of souls.

Another glowing soul goes dark

Only to blink bright thirty seconds later

Revived before it even reached stasis

Reaching again for what truly matters:

Me

For everyone must know how I feel

At every single moment in time

Yet if my soul's in my pocket

Am I even real?

Or is it back-lit because

There's an abyss in my eyes?