I am a merchant of dreams, a buyer of lives,
You can’t refuse to sell but you get to name your price.
He said, “I will take your life one way or another,
What would you like to die for if you had a choice?”
He plucked the flower for himself,
And he was so happy to have it,
But then it started dying,
Day by day, petal by petal
He watched it turn to dust with an aching heart.
As she walked with confident steps
Towards the life she wanted,
Looking poised and prepared to the world,
Her mind was cluttered with muddled thoughts.
A gradual qualm had taken over her,
Does the end always justify the means?
She visioned it happening differently,
And what if the life she wanted
Is not really the life that is good for her?
All these people, sparkling and smiling
Getting drunk and talking like they have a clue
Laughing like they are happy to be here
In this ostentatious party, blowing kisses to strangers
Listening to stories with a theatrical smile
While thinking of a better one to tell
Chasing things we were told to chase
We were told are worth chasing
We became slaves, caged
By those borrowed dreams
Opinionated Head 