Akting Out

Every so often
I allow my imagination to run free
galvanized by the events around me
I lean back upon my sofa
and cast my fantasies to the infinite
wondering what might have been.

I wonder, every so often
If I was born in the wrong era.
Take not my technologies, my wonders
My twitter, my facebook, my touch-screen cell-phone
Yet I am curious; would I have done better
with my own lands, worked by my own hands?

No coupons, no savings
You may eat what you will grow
Spend my days under the sun tending my own
Evenings under candlelight
With plunders from the local library
rather than the remote control
(okay, sometimes I do that now.)

Or go the other way
lose myself in my bad boy nature
rebel against the status quo
Rob those who can afford it
Give to those who cannot
Be called a hero, a villain
Spend a long life on the run
Or a short life gallow-bound.

But what I would relish the most.
The women, won not through deed
but through honor.
Where insults are resolved
not by the gun
but by the sword.

Ah, a world where skill and honor determines survival.

But I speak of the world of my dreams,
And this is the here and now
where God has chosen to plant me.

And so I close this tirade,
and prepare to drown myself in pizza soup
while texting my wonderful girlfriend
and figuring out which of my statuses was liked on Facebook.

I dream of another reality.
But I will make do in this one.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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