Futuristic

Is it true, that you dream...
Those dreams that's transcend into wonders, 
Then those wonders that create mysteries
The sort of mysteries that elude consciousness
But float on the effervescence of hope present
To reshapes the brain processes...
New views imprinted
Shown through lyrics that depict images my pen could not sustain
Visions let loose 
I have become a carrier of potential
The essential ingredient for the betterment of self, envisioned
I am a witness
Of Blessings that descended
In the form of a gift given
I write, some teach others paint
With many embodiments 
The portrait is vivid
Clearly we are meant for more, than what this world can store