gloriousrandomness

Sunday, April 24, 2005

here's the clincher...this should be you.

i see him sometimes. he walks along the side of 165, wide-eyed...smiling innocently. some days he has a bike, but most days he walks. he's dirty. probably hasn't had a bath in a few days...maybe even weeks. sometimes he's holding a pack of cigarettes...maybe even a carton. and i wonder what people must think of him. i'm sure some say bad things. i'm sure some feel sorry for him. and i'm sure he's got a nice big file sitting in someone's office...complete with a diagnosis out of that big fat silver book. i wonder which one they picked for him? and i wonder if he knows the man with the wwf belt? and i wonder where he sleeps at night? does he have a home? or does he stay some place different every night? where is his family? did he ever have a normal life...or is this the only one he's ever known?

and i wonder if he has a problem or do i? what if his life is normal and mine is not? and i wonder why my friend was dealt the hand he was dealt and i mine? and i wonder if he sees me when i pass and wonders about me? and i wonder if he knows that somebody out there is thinking about him and praying for him?

he could be the happiest man on the face of the earth. he could know the answer that we're all searching for. maybe the problem is...no one's taken the time to ask him.