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As I stare out of the bus window tonight i see a man i dont know. The face is that of someone i want to be. Those eyes have seen life, they have stories to tell. Good, bad, funny, and sad. Those eyes say I've seen things, some of it has made me laugh. They also say that some of it has made me cry. Looking at those eyes you know that through it all that they are real and steady. That through it all I am still right here. As i look at the reflection of a bus window I realize that I am wasting the time i have to be that man. Your life only comes once. While I've been sitting here waiting to become someone else. I've lost the time to be me.
this time is for you.