I have a dream I need to sell, a quick pitch I must
make.
Can I have your attention? A few minutes are all it will
take.
Yes this ain’t one of the ninety-nine worries you are plagued
by,
But I owe this dream my duty, I am afraid I must
comply.
This dream tells you a story, it sings you a nice
song,
It transports you to a world beyond right and
wrong.
Not quite a superhero, it is more of a jester
That thrills and entertains you with a grandiose
gesture.
You might find it peeping through a blog or a spam
mail,
Or at times its vanity pushes it behind a
veil.
But it stays in encrypted links and subtle
reminders
Its creator has stepped aside, to your verdict he
surrenders.
Don’t look at your watch, I know I have
overstayed,
Thank you for lending an ear, my day is made.
Spare a thought for the dream before you turn the other
way,
For a hundred unknown stories have shown it the light of the
day.
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