I couldn't believe it when you'd say
I make a million a day
As my bills weigh down
My eyelids
You toss darts on maps
On the place were you'll take
Land for yourself
And islands
I holster my gavel
And let my thoughts
Unravel until
I'm mindful
Your dreams aren't grandiose
Mine are comatose
You've breathed life into
What I imagine