This one's bout a dream I had last night;

An old man tracked me home and stepped inside,put his foot inside the door, and gave a crooked smile. Something in his eyes, something in his laugh, something in his voice made my skin crawl off.

He said "I've seen you here before, I know your name. You could have your pick of pretty things. You could have it all, everything at once, everything you've seen, everything you'll need-- everything you've ever had in fantasies.

                                 You've one life, one life left to lead."

I woke up from my dream as a golden man, with a girl I've never seen, with golden skin.

 I jumped up to my feet. She asked me what was wrong. I began to scream. I don't think this is me; Is this just a dream or really happening?

      What direction? What direction now?
                     I'm splitting up! I'm splitting up! this is my personal disaffection!
               What direction, what direction now?

I looked outside the glass at golden shores, golden ships and masts with golden cords. As my reflection passed, I hated what I saw.

My golden eyes were dead and a thought passed through my head: a heart that is made of gold can't really beat at all.

I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up again without a touch of gold.

         What direction? Death or action! 
                              Life begins at the intersection.

I woke up as before, but the gold was gone. My wife was at the door with her night robe on. My heart beat once or twice and life flooded my veins. Everything had changed.

My lungs had found their voice, and what was once routine is now the perfect joy.

         "You've one life, one life left to lead."