As I walked along What did people think of me, As I walked down the street? Was I just a kid, That they will never meet? To some I'm a kid who looked high, To others I'm a kid they saw when they drove by. To the baby who looked up at me, I was a big kid he wanted to be..... To the old man who said hello, Did I look like a kid he used to know? Or what about the lady who just stood and stared, Was it something I was wearing that made her scared? Why does it matter what people think of me? They don't know where I’ve been or where I’ll be. But still I wonder...... How many more different faces will I see? Looking for an answer is just wasting time, But then again, What am I doing making up this rhyme? ....As I walked on a man checked his watch wondering the time, I thought about his thoughts, was he thinking of mine? What is he thinking about? I thought as I walked away, Am I insane? No, its just too deep to explain.Birth sign: Cancer
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