Existence

My life is present,
A slim shade of past.
Time crosses me,
I look pale and aghast.
My world is one,
Inside it reside many worlds.
Some big enough to feel,
Some small enough to leave.
Temper and jealousy rule,
Quite often for a cause.
I sit there as they play,
Hoping not,for an encore.
My dreams are divided,
Of what I want and what I got.
A compartment of iron,
The bar refuses to yield.
My resolve is shaky at depth,
Many times breaking apart.
I search for it in water below,
I ask for it to the cloud above.