Narrative, intuitive, no silence, rarely pause
I tell stories, I ask questions like a fighter with a cause
Antagonist, protagonist, there is a tear, there is a climb.
From where the wind is blowing tells the melody of the chime.
It is written, it is read, it is heard and verbalized
in print, in broadcast, in song and film- its the focus in their eyes
what is done and where its at- copy, edit, cut
opened windows, they're in and out, the door's no longer shut
From the pen to the paper, transmitted via life
answers and ideas wed, like a man to take a wife.
It is shared with the masses, simply starting with ink
it is "history on the run," you can miss it if you blink...
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