The Dream Peddler (wip)

Something I'm working on

Come young Sir,

To me, to me

Would you like to buy a Dream?

Or perhaps, a Memory?

 

Come to me,

I’ll let you peek

At what’s forgotten

Or what you seek

My whole stock is guaranteed

And the first look is always free

 

Of course,

They needn’t be your thoughts-

I’ve many more

That others have brought

Bought, or traded;

Even some I’ve finely wrought

Myself

 

Do you seek to become another?

Feel the touch of a forgotten lover?

I promise you, you’ll find no other

Who’s wares compare to mine!

 

Or would you rather sell a few?

Things best forgotten, never viewed

Tortured by some inner pain

Torn by guilt, wracked with shame

If you like, I can buy your bane

Away

 

I can take them off your hands-

For a modest fee, naturally-

I am, you see, a business man

But I’ll take good care of them,

Trust me, trust me

 

I’m backed by the bar, certified

My work really is a matter of pride

You’re already at my door-

Why not come inside?

 

So what’ll it be

What’ll it be?

Did you spy a pretty dream?

Or think some half-forgotten memory?

 

What’ll it be, what’ll it be?

Have a little peek on me…