By Arcassin Burnham

The dreams couldn't get anymore real,
Like a pealed banana,
Growing from the ground and starting again,
Shining in your eyes,
Pushing in and out of existence,
Not like there isn't any means to exist,
But giving purpose within,
Inspiring any young human substance,
To rejoice the power of creation,
And grasp it with careful strategies,
Reading books of science and anatomy,
And not being hooked on pills , **** and LSD,
Taking a leap of faith,
So that you reply , "dreams couldn't get anymore real",
Not everyone has that feeling,
But they'll grab it one day.