Wide horizons made small and close, 

reachable and possible, 

but hardly tangible. 

Grasps of reality blurred, in dreams

and wishes -- your truth 

is stretched at the seams. 

In this bubble, blindness

is more seeable than sight,

more hoped for than hope. 

Once burst, the horizons re-expand, 

the truths are fit and sight becomes

sought for and found. 

Though the distance is vast, 

life's no longer confined to that 

small, empty bit of space, 

Where before, all that filled it's realm

was hot air and wishful, 

idle reverie.