Oh, Dreamweaver

Oh, Dreamweaver

When you passed this way

Did you tarry awhile

What became of your story

In the wild river’s flow

Tossed from rock to rock

Carried to the sea

How did you fare

When the burning sun

Set the world on fire

Ablaze from hill to ocean

Scorched earth never left

But a mark

On history

How noble will you be

When the bell is tolled

And time is called on

Your endeavours

Will you be waiting

Still,

For the settling

Of uneven scores

To render truth as balance

Of the damage

Left undone

In mind of children

Weaned upon

A legacy of stories

Tall tales

And the fables

Your rags to riches

Dream machine

Has spun.