Jerry's Oneness

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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