The Dream Peddler

I sold my soul for two pennies.
Two bright, shiny pennies.
Round and full of light.
I placed them in my pocket.
I raced into the night.
The danger was there.
Staring in my face.
But I had my two pennies.
My two bright, shiny pennies.
Everything was in its place.
The peddler had my dream.
Wispy, thin, and dancing.
His hand outstretched. Waited.
For my pennies.
My bright and shiny pennies.
My round and full of light pennies.
My courage at once faded.
I placed my pennies in his hand.
My bright and shiny pennies.
My round and full of light pennies.
And took my dream from him.
Small price to pay.
I sold my soul for a dream.