Broken down and in the crowd, I begin to scream out loud. No one sees me, no one hears me – as they all push forward going the other direction. I was trampled and defeated as I began to doubt myself, “who am I to be different, I should be more like them.” A voice called to me and quietly whispered, “come now dear boy you know this isn’t right.” Looking back and forth and up and down I could not distinguish just where the call came from. Being pressed forward in the direction that everyone was going and I wanted no part in – I fell to my feet and everyone went past. When out of the shadows came the man with the voice. Then reaching to me he said, “I am the poet that captures your imagination and gently pulls at your heart.” It was then i knew that this too would be my fate. I will write the words that no one knows. He stepped back and vanished and it all was clear, this man was me. I will write the words that capture the crowd’s imagination and pull gently at their hearts.