By Step & Fetchit
Date: 8 September 1999

THIEF

Thief of dreams 
that's who you are,
grand mistress of larceny.
You've taken the best of me,
then the best from me,
and carried it away, without conscience,
but wait, you are not through.
It is not enough that I stand here 
completely defeated, 
broken.
You now look inward to my soul.
Do not leave a destitute man,
leave a hollow shell.