Figment of My Reality

Will it ever be the same
as it was that day
when the sprinkled path of sunlight
fought to pave the way
reality is scattered
i cannot find the line
dividing what is shattered
from solid, ticking time.
The peices of my sanity,
and eternity to find
and as fate unfolds its mystery
crazy, I cant mind.
A certain spot to pinpoint
so elusive through the hues
Im lost in all this pigment
Orange, Fushia, purples, blues.