Why am I here?

Why am I dreaming?

I am not trapped

But my mind is reeling

At any time I can go back home

Yet I am here for a reason

I remember friends now far away

A time and a setting unlike today

So alien am I in this foreign place

I can not even recognize my own face

I am not morose

I have something to do

Though I am frustrated by men

And the women who are not true

Yet how can I judge others for acting

When I myself must fake to fit in?

I feel a bond with the earth

And the people of my birth

This does not make up for the shame

When love is only just a game

I am driven by duty

Although I would like to just play

Freedom is the ability to ignore

Or to rise to the needs of the day

I cannot rest whilst knowing your pain

And for its ease is why I live this waking dream

What is rapture if it is not shared?

How can there be love if no one cared?

Is it futile to care for you like this?

No, not when I look at you and see bliss.