Blurred Lines

They say that Blurred Lines is the song of the summer, and the lines do blur
The lines between what is and what should have been, those lines are not only blurred, but the widen and narrow at will.  They seem rather wide right now, with a great chasm between them, a place that drops into infinity, leaving me on the edge, looking down.
Other times the line feels so narrow, with only a veil between here and there, almost allowing me to reach across and touch what I want, what is mine.
The line between here and now and there and then tend to blur with my needs and desires.  I let my mind just bring up thoughts and I realize that they are not based in reality.  My here and now feels like just a long vacation and there must be an end in sight.
I'm living someone else's life and I have the choice to continue in this world not of my choosing or to try to find my way back to my world.  I know where the road is but I am not sure that the emerald city is still in place a the end of the road
I wake from my sleep, but not my dreams.  I realize that I am having trouble staying in reality and not living in that dream world.  I begin to base my decisions off what ever dream is staying with me, expecting that reality to be my reality
I read a book and feel the character's life ebbing with mine.  I begin relating to what the character feels, thinks, sees, does.  I find their manner of speech begin to change my speech, their habits confuse me when my life doesn't mesh with theirs.
As I  plan out my day, week, moth, I realize that I am expecting some sort of change, but every day is just like the one before it.   Thee only difference is the name of the project that must be completed.  Nothing else changes.  No matter the day, or time o day, I know what I'll be doing.

I will be trying to stay in my reality and create my life from the world that I exist in now.