Waking up with a disjointed feeling

Waking up with a disjointed feeling
Lack of coherence and continuity
When "Everything is fine"
Is both illusion and reality
A choice between placebo
And the bitter medicinal pill
Yet reaching the same results
Making it all the more sick and deranged

A cruel divine joke
Or just our bodies rattling the cages
We cannot be anywhere else
But where we are
A sense of finality
With the passing of thought and time
Where all human thought
Pass off into illusion, memory, or history

It's somewhat surreal
How we stand looking at the world
Feeling the pain
From the fang of a real beast,
Or the throbbing pain
From a sword thrust
A mental wound that bites into flesh
Yet none of them seem real,
Yet they seem vividly real to me.

A cut without the blood
A prison without walls
Yet they are invincible; impregnable
Without escape
Touching the walls
Feeling only air
Seeing the horizon
The boundless sky
Yet no freedom can I find.