The dreamer dreams a dream,
the spider weaves a web,
but you aren’t what you seem;
the lies that flowed now ebb.
The dreamer dreamed, but woke;
The sower plants his seed.
The dream the daylight broke.
I know where you will lead.
The dreamer cannot wake;
he has no other name.
Unconsciousness, a lake,
to wash away the shame.
The spider weaves.
The sower sows.
The dreamer drowned.
The sower sowed along the way,
and up it came again one day.
The spider bound the dreamer so,
but dreams will come and dreams will go.
The sower named the dreamer new,
In good dirt, the dreamer grew.
Tale Told 