'Tis but a Dream

There are times where I feel that my whole life is a dream and I am a mere spectator. The times are both good and bad and they just pass by with a sort of emotional detachment. Reality does not seem true, and surrealism surrounds all events. I float over the scene like a ghost from another time at awe with the scene in front of me. I want to act, but either move too slow or held back by my invisibility.