day by day the collector
adds to his collection of dreams and things
a starry night
a smile from a stranger on the bus
there is magic everyday
after a day's hunt
the collector comes home and gathers
the dreams and things into a tube
shoots it up his sleeve
feels the rush a few moments longer
the collector puts things in his sack
with each day a new item
until the day comes
when the load is a burden
too heavy to carry
too weary to use it
too tired to have it
he starts to lose sight
feel the weight on your frame
a hunch that forms
an imprint in the sand
takes toll on your face
be careful what you take
and what you keep
for to keep is to love
and to love is to have
not to steal
but to take what is given
with the knowledge to know
its consequence
and yield its percussion
