I once had a dream of soft features enlighten words from a dense preacher
falling backwards from sky reachers and gaining knowledge from a useless teacherbut still I awake to a real world filled with fakes and truthful smells the leaves the stomach achedthe strongest of persons buried beneath their shinning fateand a amusement park bragging on how America's so greatI thought that was just a word we used to name lakeswhat if planes sailed and trains flew maybe thenstaying on track would be more obtainable to fathom.....