Grow a dream and I'll finagle it from out your ear, and give you a subtle smirk. Grow a dream and the years of planting from my eyes will coax petals to bloom from your smile. Grow a dream weakly and my fingers will drown it: my digits fluttering as soft rain where the dawn is fleshy and brilliant. Grow this dream for me, strongly, and for fortune's sake, your dream-vines will twist and choke my own until we wake.