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I had a dream of a love affair with Europe.
It would be me and a family in the middle of something
as quaint as is earthly possible.
I would buy bread from the same man everyday.
I would learn to play an instrument
and if anyone from this life wanted to see me they would have to travel to see me,
for I would be gone.
I used to think I would act my way to the top of a very tall stage.
Perhaps travel: Rome, Istanbul, Shanghai.
I would be the leading man in every show, or the villain.
My presence would have been commanding.
Musical refrains, rhyming couplets and roses thrown at my feet,
ending each night with a bow.
If I were to be a drunkard I could be hero.
I'd lose all fear and find myself outspoken toward people
and eager to participate in causes I would not generally lean toward as:
safe, profound, alluring, fun.
My manner of justice would be swift and case to case,
but I could be a story book hero.
Considered being: A lost boy. An astronaut. An explorer. A revolutionary.
Never once considered being: A politician. A motorcycle driver. A prophet. A pawn.
Tried my hand at: the beat, the street, the pack, the power.
And failed.
Tried my hand at: the art, the heart, the thinking, the thoughtful.
Didn't do half bad.
In the process of trying: peace, love, evolution, education.
Doing the best that I can.