Transcendence?

How hard it must be for everyone...
I just want things to be real, and so I overcompensate
And it's not good for any of us, but I'm alright with it
Besides the fact that I'm a lonely breed and that comes as a result

Not alive in their reality
Still uncertain as to whether I have my own reality to be alive in
Even if that's so, though, who do I share it with?
Yeah, mine's probably a fantasy manufactured where they don't know what to do

Things tend to get too good too fast or stay good for too long, the makings of a cartoon
But as they begin to revert back to the way they were, I miss the unrealistic, not taking it for what it is
Points on the spectrum aren't easily visible and, therefore, come off passable, leaving me noplace to land
Do these "things" even matter, though, and when do they transcend that and just carry over into "life?"