Crazy Friends Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Some may say having crazy friends
Will give all they want in their life,
Well that is not how anything ends,
That illusion isn't at all usually rife,
The flakiness that you see with your eye
Would be so veridical, if ever realized, you
Couldn't part from the apple of your eye,
There is no absolute madness in being you
Yourself, with your pal, in fact that session
Would drive others crazy around, oh gee!
After all an eye is a mere organ for vision
Without which you cannot dream nor see,
With that mere part of your input system
You can admire, which would root the stem
For dreams to sprout and also yield the fruits,
For you to recognize the passion that fitly suits.