The merchants of dream
Are not what they seem,
Hence I caution beware
If ye chance let them in,
Apathetic to a risky dare
Know exploit they within,
As dream merchants play
So to get neath your skin,
Till trapped made to stay…
Of their dreams be alert
Tho you might judge fair,
They’ll distort and divert
As you indulge their spin,
What’s at stake be aware
You may find but chagrin,
And a pawn for their fare…
Ye soon find be soul bare
Tho merchants find grin,
At feed of deviant affairs
Best not chance ye begin,
For wise ought avoid airs
Of the narcissistic strings,
Held to keep you unaware
Of dreams ne’er fated fair…
Dream merchants shroud
They but sell their hot air,
Fake fine weather clouds
And what gullible bears,
Of ne’er ending sunshine
During hurricane seasons…
Their dreams of effusion
Suggest wouldst be real,
Are but empty illusions
With an unfulfilled zeal,
When too late to discover
Soul they managed steal,
As self crafted merchants
Of dreams meant disappear!
a dedication to vivid imaginations,
in search of honesty and meritocracy…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier