Surreal

I have walked the line,
Every senerio in my head has long since
  Played their course,
Fact and fantasy find themselves intertwined
Within one another
Masking the way I have come,
  Curioser it becomes,
the more lost I feel
The more sentient I am.
     Slipping farther through
The woodland, adrift among the trees
I become
Aware that
    Home is a place I have not felt,
And
Comfort is a treasure untold,
Among the towers and the lullaby of
Rain, woven with my own rythmic beating
I begin to grasp that
I have misplaced myself in a wonderland,
              Always ephemeral
And in that, I find peace.