The Story Teller
The story teller pens his words to the page
The story is released like a beast from a cage
The rhyme and reason are truly his own
Reaping the harvest of all the seeds sown.
The story starts out like a runaway train
Wanting a way out from inside of his brain
It just comes yet you don’t know where it’s going
The story gets larger as it keeps on growing.
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It starts with events that have touched his heart
The inspiration becomes, the point of start
It can be about anything that he has felt
Or maybe a comment on the hand he was dealt.
As the story develops it gains a life of its own
When revealed to the world his cover is blown
The stories are just little pieces of his mind
Who knows what’s in store or what he shall find.
When he reaches the end the story is told
Revealed are the secrets as they unfold
He simply paints a picture for all to see
Then the story is and always shall be.
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