Just A Storyteller

I'm staring at this blank screen...
I know what I want to write,
but I don't know what to write,
and so I write,
write about not writing...

I have a theme -
a broad theme -
like a wide landscape,
wide and exspansive,
and so I put the camera to my face,
and look through the viewfinder.
What do I want to focus on?
Boxed in to a small rectangle.
Searching around,
up, down, left, right,
far away, up close.
Do I want to highlight those mountains over there?
Or that river down there?
Or the single lone tree, stretching upwards towards the clear blue sky?

What lens do I want?
The wide view?
Or a close up?
Do I want everything in focus?
Or do I want to focus in on just one thing?

Yes.
I want all of it.
I want all views.
I want all angles.
I want the mountains and the river and the tree;
Separated and together;
Isolated and intertwined;
Highlighting the individual beauty
and the natural interaction of it all.

And so I turn off my brain
and turn on my soundtrack,
and click (write) (feel) (absorb) (see) (listen) away.
What will be will be.
This is what I see.
This is what I hear.
What do you see?
What do you hear?
Is it the same?
Or is it something different?
Either way and any way,
it's all right,
and it's alright.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and we all have different eyes;
Different beautiful eyes,
and the truth lies in the collective.

I am just a storyteller,
A thousand words at a time,
And a few written words here and there as well;
And it's all beautiful,
and it's all magical,
and it's all meant to be.