Spotlight.
This stage,
The largest stage anyone’s ever stood on.
Built for an audience of billions
Yet, suitable for a single viewer
A stage that captures the eyes and ears of all
From this stage where screams for attention are lost
and a whimper for freedom carries for miles.
I stand.
I stand for… nothing…
How can I take a political standpoint that will capture the masses?
How can I entertain such varying taste?
If I could speak to billions and really mean something,
would I need to?
Has everything been said?
Would it really be a new view?
Maybe it will be just another vote.
I do not wish to speak to everone,
I can not speak to everyone.
I can only speak to you.
And in speaking to you, I can only hope you listen.
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- May 25, 2009 / 6:52 pm
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