His Meaningless Life

Statements are the treats To the spoken, But to the intended; They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams To find his passion In his day, But realizes at nights That he spends his time in nothingness. The Merchant says, Where and when forth you get me my love There and then forth I make you not my slave Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat There and then forth I make you not my slave Then forth I unscrew your bond To me A yearlong you have, to win your life I won't spare it at all After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death The Miser's eyes go bloody red As red as the flaming fires In the failure's junk bed While he day-dreamed .......