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A Peddler of Dreams

a poem by Fateh

I wove my dreams with bright sunbeams

Hazy dreams that end in screams
Guilty dreams, forbidden dreams.
A billion shards of shattered dreams
I kept within my bursting seams

I puked a lot of lyrical dreams
Some hopeful dreams, some wistful dreams
Grand dreams of freedom, boundless dreams
A billion fake thoughts in fake dreams

I did it out of self respect
And, pray, what else did you expect?
The party animal can’t show age
You had me displayed, but I had my rage
All hidden from the cold, cruel eyes of your ilk
‘Coz I can trust my poison, but not your milk.