I sell dreams but, I don't dream
He is ecstatic seeing me dolorous,
every time each spending moment imparting vitality to him,
though I am running dawn of rukus to din eventually,
He creats dream, and I sell Dreams
but,
I don't dream

Deft he I am inept,
sailing compassion glitter of unseen karma,
I am structured menifestation of matter, elusive, ethereal and abundant,
He is transcendental a rhythmic spontaneity,
entropy of governance,
He try to fill me dreams but,
I sell dreams I don't dream

I am happy a logophile,
orcastrating thoughts,
symphony of which remains naive all my life,
still i try every time I cry,
He keeps track of me,
built me, groom me,
I wonder, I forget and keep moving,
althougth,
I tell him,
You are God, I am fleeting,
I just sell dreams I don't dream