- Title----The Dream Seller----by Allan P Stevens - Resting his eyes, resting his head Spends most of each day lazing in bed When the sun goes down he comes alive To peddle his dreams upon the dark side - Stands in the shadows late each night Making shady deals away from the light Listening to sounds of the city streets Selling his dreams to the urban freaks - Beware the Dream seller he likes to prowl In quiet corners where mad dogs howl Like a hunter he tracks down his prey As those easy victims gamble with fate - He hides in doorways keeping from sight Watching the young addicts itching to fight Looking to mug some innocent passer by Their nasty intentions so devious and sly - Beware the Dream seller he likes to walk In the dark alleys where wild cats stalk Where sewer rats hide deep undercover And the lost souls comfort each other - He sells his dreams to all who can pay Takes their money and then quickly away Come daybreak he’s back home in bed Counting his stash and resting his head - Beware the Dream seller pushing his gear In the dark places where wise men fear The end of life is just another needle away Overdose is the price too many have paid -