Floating window

It's like there is this portal that allows me to see what could be.  Some times it is small and far away, others it is very large and hovering beside me.  It won't go away and keeps showing me potential.  But it began to contradict the truths I must be ruled by in this life. 

I am lost in the place of two feet in real life, and my vision in another.  I've began to stumble over real things.  The dreams must have been false? Where they had merit and blessing, were they not becoming something else?

In need of gps. In need.  Kicking up dust and mud

Clouding out static and distraction

Fogging up the mirror

Finger smudges make cute pictures 

But a weakened reflection of what is to be