It is my greatest handicap
To have been so fortunate as to live the life that I have
I have heard the songs of freedom through the radios in the kitchens of suburban homes in the background of entertainment television in the lounge staring out of glass doors at the sight of green grass in the shaded gardens with coloured birds stealing from the bowl of that tan brown poodle they bought for me as a child.
These are the stories I have grown to know and the stories I have to tell and in the absence of any true adversity I must always ask myself the question
“Who on earth wants to read about any of that”
And to myself
I have yet to give an answer