In a wild chase for desires,

of the driven carts kind of treat.

I sold myself to a buyer,

to pay fare, to a dream sweet.

'was thought-soaked of gold and the mines

Her favored flared purple silk,

Enchanted fragrance from a garden fine'.

My greed creamed, like of buttermilk.

Buying towards the charmers sound;

Of Egypt wealth and her pride!

I went lost, not to be found,

Allowing fantasy take me for a ride.

I live not, though I exist!

Miles away from the sold me

Though tons of riches I see lie,

But none between my fist!