Sometimes I feel like dreams are only bought by the rich  
and traded for reality
They have a monopoly on what is real
The poor have their dreams stolen by poverty
they settle in nests in trees instead of on mountain tops
Few, fly above the veil thrown by society
and make it known that they too are in the market
they create their stocks
cast their bets
and when the time is right
make a trade
Few, very few.