June 21st, 2013
Road To Nowhere
Walking on the side of the road
To nowhere
Buses honk so I move aside
Riding in the back of pickups trucks
Stared at from every angle
“You are clever” he says as he continues
Shifting gears
Children gather under shade
Circling up playing school
If only they had a real school to go to
He tells me he dreams of being an actor but doesn’t have the money
“Oh but you don’t need money” I tell him, “just passion, a place to call a stage and an audience”
Telling stories existed before any one of us could talk
Before words and associations were formed
In every language, tongue, dialect
Stories are told
I wish I knew every story of the world
Every tale, myth and folklore
I wish I was the Chief, the oracle, the almighty master, holder of every story ever told
Then I could roam from place to place
Country to country to city to village to home
Telling stories
Sharing
Inspiring the world with words
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