A part of me loves the spotlight, comes alive in it. A part me hates it, would rather be the wizard behind the curtain, pulling strings and strategically calling shots with no one to know what I look like with the purpose of helping others in need. I’d exist like an angel, a pure thought, to lead the blind and ease the mind of the tortured that turn in the Garden of Forking Paths every left to right. A part of me wants to sing, a part me wants to write the song for someone else. A part of me wants to write the song and sing it but the whole of me knows better and will continue to hire vocalists. Here’s to Mr. Wendel.
