What Is

I’m slipping away
bit by bit
to a place unseen.
Without knowing what lies beyond,
I straddle the line
of reality and falsity.
What is real?
The world has become little more
than a blur of motion,
no faces,
no names,
only memories
of a time that no longer is.
What is real?
I straddle two worlds,
not knowing which to choose,
but knowing that the wrong choice
will destroy me.
I’m slipping away…
but to reality or to a fake world?
Piece by piece,
things are coming together,
but I still do not understand
what is.