I'm a dream-weaver, a truth-held mind deceiver, the purist's heart-conceiver.
One mention of the world of lack and then we're all tumbling back..
Back into a tiger cage, a play that's set and staged by the "people's" sage..
and what if time runs out? Its runs, rapid, tumbles back into the spider's spout, until we're washed out of options and face
disappointedly placed needs that never do give up the chase. What a waste of our breath.