I've got this thin layer of cellophane
Stretched across my vision.
Not skewing what I see
But giving a veil between me and reality.
Like everything I touch sticks with a thin film.
And I can't necessarily discern what is real.
Ever trusting and believing.
Without doubt - never fleeting.
And if this veil will ever lift.
I'll feel wide awake.
But today is not that day
So I'll stay hidden under this thin meshed curtain
Drawing tight the corners of reality
Around all I encounter.