Un.... Unreal or Unreality?

               

 The strange malady has struck…

summed up by comparisons

of day and night.

In dreams

we are anything

                       strange creatures wandering

                                      where the mind wishes

                                                   achieving diverse ambitions;

By day something -

ourselves perhaps -

stymies, confines, quashes.

I do not call it reality.

It is the un-reality,

a learned ‘other’ existence

fallibility bent

to extraneous

expectations

overriding determinations to put

oneself

first.

Is it conformity, a need

to be

 ‘good’, a frailty

of mind

that seeks negation

in an effort to be a false ideal,

self-sacrificial? 

Perhaps it's merely a dilatory nature…….