What Will You Give?

I'm not sure if anyone will understand this or gain value from it, but here's what I've got so far.

What will you give?

What will you give

to have this dream 

be yours to live?  

I have nothing.

Nothing, I think.

I am trapped air

that's doomed to sink.

Oh, that is good

that's very good!

Would you give air,

if air you could?  

Yes, I'd like to;

I truly would, 

but I do not

think that I could.  

You can; you will!

It's right for you.

Just take the air

from what you do.

I cannot seize

air of that kind;

I do not do,

and I'm confined. 

The thoughts you think

stifle the air,

and so you sink

into despair.  

Action is a 

ship made of steel

that displaces air

and make dreams real.  

And if you would

but trade with me,

action would float

you on the sea.  

I'm sorry, but

we've got no deal.

I cannot do 

what I can't feel.

The days can pass;

I understand.

My hourglass drops

all of the sand.  

Farewell, good trader,

and best of luck!

I hope you find

a mind unstuck.  

I'm not a trader,

you poor, poor soul,

and seeking air

is not my goal.  

I am a voice

inside your mind.

This is the best

deal that you'll find.  

Take some action,

and waves, explore.

Give me something;

I'll give you more!