today, while driving a boy waved to me, i didn't know him and i'm sure he didn't know me, but i started thinking, that boy used to be me, riding my bike, wearing my hat backwards, my fishing pole tied to the handlebars, what happened to that little boy? was it all the booze or the women or the rejection from others, that made me hide inside myself? when did the loneliness begin? those answers i guess are somewhere back there, in those places in the mind so few will venture, i think sometimes it's better to let sleeping dogs lie, or we'll all go mad trying to change the past......Birth sign: Libra
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