Portals,

Is there really distance between these two thing?

Is it a road?

Or a key hole?

What's real?

Should I take my sweet, sweet time,

Or should I hurry,

Skipping along the line,

Following it,

Through the bushes,

Through the needle eye,

Through the dream catcher,

Through the unknown,

Past the threshold,

On the edge of the boundary,

Of what god calls real,

Of reality's composition.

Did this come too easily?

Who cares,

I'd rather not test it.