@Greatness96 30 September 2020 more from that month

Fantasy and price

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!