dream market

I went to the dream market
and asked for a boat
they had one for sale
and it costed a day of my life
I went further to search
for other offers
and took out the boat from my mind
but the dream market
had no merchandise on display
only smells and photos
that you had to paint
so i decided
the market had nothing to offer
I headed back home
and I felt poorer
than any other man.
a man with no dream
is a desert who does not
even long for teh water that
can give back life
drop by drop,
I started to shape
from boards and from log
something my hands knew
only what would become
my mind then caught up
I was building the boat
the dream had caught up
and added the sails
since I had already
unkowingly paid the price.