Dream Scribe

Infinity Mirage.

Fantasy rich
Reality poor

There's a new moon
sailing into town
with a captain of industry
dressed in neons

Just in case the Piper of Dreams
misses it.

(How can it be possible to
spurn something that beautiful?)

And that same pretty Moon
will keep right on a-sailing
until it reaches the edge of

Infinity.

That fairer-than-fair city of
Bright Oases
in the limitless dark of night.
The eternal sunrise begins.

Infinity Games with
no rules for this fool
Who would play them
day in and day out
with a song and a flout.

It's merely an over-priced Mirage
auctioned again and again to the lowest bidder : me.