I struggle to find the illusionary line

I struggle to find the illusionary line
where dreams and reality converge
I struggle with the words to tell you
when you are far but claim to be near

To be near, I look out for your charm
the one you place here and there
in bits and pieces to draw me
into your trap. I am caught.

I am caught unawares, pressing
against the windows of eternity
searching for something different
because my soul is dissatisfied

My soul is dissatisfied
because you are

I struggle with the essence
of what the essentials are.
You wake me each morning
a tender kiss, and then a reminder

You remind me of what is left undone
keeping what is done, done
forging forward to realms deeper
You are the guide but I am lost

I am lost because I am born of blood
the son of the soil but you tell me
to come up higher where kings sat
and where some died dissatisfied

My soul is dissatisfied
because you are.

Because you are dissatisfied
my soul is. But I struggle
To find the illusionary line
where dreams and reality converge