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a man...
standing on the edge...
eager to take that leap...into his childhood.
Yet a fear holds him back...the fear of losing his past
and present.
Because he remembers the boatman who was stoned
out of the village for talking to a bird and the
beggar whose beautiuful songs no body could hear.
Because atleast once we have all called him mad.
That half naked man who shambles down our streets
clutching his whole life in a sack and muttering
god knows what to himself.
because he knows that those who were dancing were tought
to be insane by those who could not hear the music.