• I am the dreamer
    Laying awake in the long hours of the night
    My mind caresses thoughts like a newborn babe.
    These thought shift forming malignant patches within me
    The dreams I dream are empty no sound.
    They have no sound , but a conscious prescience
    In these dreams I dream.

    I am the weaver
    the one with the dreams the puppeteer
    the one who takes the thoughts
    I shape them and change them
    Your mind is my canvas in which to do my work
    I throw your fears, aspirations, and all
    Weaving them into something
    weaving in and out.

    I am the deceiver
    the one who pants a veneer to hide
    I paint the impose of the prop you put forth
    the masks you wear to hide the sadness away
    to keep those you consider close from worrying
    the deceiver is I the one to keep you and those safe and balance
    slight of hand is what I shall doo

    I am the dreamer, the weaver, and the deceiver
    All form me a triumvirate each equal and important
    these parts form the whole
    All need each other no one without another
    For I am the dreamer with the crisp night
    the weaver within the twilight
    and the deceiver in times of need.
    They are me as I am them.