the weather man
I remember once.. imagining what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having all these qualities. strong, positive qualities, that people could pick up on from across the room. but as time passed, few ever became any qualities I actually had. and all the possibilities I faced, all the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer, and fewer, until finally they got reduced to one.. to who I am. and that's who I am.. the weather man.. hello, America!
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