Number One

“You know you need a note from your doctor”
We’ll sell you dreams,
We can sell your dreams,
We’ll sell your dreams,
We can sell you your dreams.
And they vanished as pen came to paper,
The first word written was an anomaly,
Religion intervened, the mystical value,
They’re now a creed.

“I’m sorry I’m not authorized to do that,
I’ll need to speak to a supervisor”
Walking out the door, I wondered, had I seen that face,
For every person, another abstraction,
Human numbers, forget the race.
“They sold your dreams to me friend,
Can I share, no, I’m alone here,
I need to believe in something”
I’m number one.

Alex

Hi... I'm a UX guy with a pile of books by my bed and a lot of notebooks full of ideas. I love images, ideas and exploring the world. When I'm not solving UX problems or walking my dog I'm usually knee deep in a new book or looking for an inspirational path to follow.

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