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That Man In The Glass

Standing there in the middle of the sidewalk
watching people pass millions by the second,
moving as fast as the worlds rotation.
Astonished by whats happening before my eyes,
is this a dream?
This cant be real...it can't be real.
I stepped outside of my solidified living body,
telling myself that it was real.
Saying that all the pills and alcohol i had used
threw my life away and i grew old,
that this is the inhuman world I live in.
"you did this to yourself kid"...
Stepping back into my body everything stopped
instantly,
then...everyone just...disappeared like they were
some kinda fog or mist.
As I began to walk every corner I made,
there wasn't a single person around.
Am I still alive?
Did i die or something and i not remember it?
I stepped back out of my body and said
"turn and look in the window"..
peering into the window my reflection
was staring at me,
finally noticing what this was all about.
Old dirty torn up clothes with bloodshot eyes,
a dirty distinct look my image gave off discusted me.
This was me in ten years of being a user,
not liking what i saw...time rewound all the way back
to me staring at the bottle of liquor next to the pills.
I shook my head and said."Fuck that, this isnt worth it".
I walked away steering clear of that shit from then on.