"This is the way" he says
Stepping out of the shadows.
"If you want it, name your price."
You look at the proffered ticket
He holds before you.
"Everybody wants to get in. Just tell me what
You're willing to pay."
As you ponder, wanting the ticket,
A man steps in front
And hands over a wad of cash.
Grasping the solitary ticket,
He runs to the gate
As you feel the heaviness of regret.
"This is counterfeit," you hear a voice shout,
You turn to find the seller
But see only a dark space
Where he had stood.