I saw the boy in my cab driver, before the sun leathered his skin and the harsh realities of the world dirtied his shirt.
I saw the dead head in my cab driver, his dancing bear persona before the acid became more important that the riff of Jerry's guitar.
I saw the shame in my cab driver, the daily struggle to bathe and keep himself kept.
I saw the soul in my cab driver before I passed judgement on his pedigree.
I saw the light in my cab driver because he chose to get up this morning, coffee in hand to keep himself going.
I don't know his story, I don't need to.
We are not separate.
I am that cab driver and so are you.
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