Dream-Shopping

I went to a shop to purchase a dream,

Brilliant, flashy lights and wares beckoned me,

Look, how the vitrics and the metal beam,

In its numbing world I forgot to be,

Its alluring sweetness made me a bee,

Like an exuberant child, I walked in,

Intoxicated I couldn’t stop my glee,

I didn’t know it to be one of a quin.

Enticed by the many layers of cream,

I couldn’t discover what I wished to see,

‘You’re a cheater’, I intended to scream,

Dreams don’t have an unreasonable fee,

Am I in the ambush of a banshee?

My extensive forage gives me a spin,

The pleasing tone and stuff just don’t agree,

I didn’t know it to be one of a quin.

Nullified efforts lead me to a stream,

Staring upward I bent down on my knee,

‘Your dreams are amazing, without any seam,

Seek the right places, you’re fully free,’

A glint of hope from the divine decree,

I should be comfortable in my skin,

Unsound I was by being a vendee,

I didn’t know it to be one of a quin.

Setting sails the demon’s scream, I was free,

Quietening the noxious people’s din,

My awakened eyes could finally gee,

I didn’t know it to be one of a quin.