A Work of Art.

My name is Travler...im from here...I wander to and fro about the earth and walk up and down upon it with a guitar on my back... im a scribe, a poet and a prophet, a song-writer... I write songs and play them and sing at the top of my lungs on the street corners, in bars and churches and elevators and bus-stops, anywhere and everywhere there are fellow humans beings... music is a nessity...like food, work, sex, air...
In ancient times, musicians and artists were treated as royaly...entertainers of kings and queens...but these days artists are dogs...living of the refuse of the slaves...eating the slop from the pigs trough... it is an industrial society... it is okay to be an artist as long as you're industrious first and artistic in your spare time... but if you're just an artist you are destined to wander like Cain in the barren lands...God requires blood and money for the remission of sins...artists are gentiles...ruled by our passions...open hearts, open minds...feeling everything we dive into the mass consiousness of society reporting without predjudice the good and the bad, the love and the fear... the beauty and the beast... isn't it all a work of art...RESPECT.