Real is broken, real is doubt, real is insecurity.
               Real is giddy glee and you've no idea why.
               Real is here & now & not this will all get you far one day.
               Real is tick, tick, tick. Time's up.
               Real is smiles & tears & slouches & leaps into chilly water.
               Real is not scrawls of black on sheets of white.
               Real eludes before turning to bite.
               Real is outside the skull.

                             - Jay Brieler, MSI