The real greyhound stations aren't quite what they'd seem. The people are ugly, and you move through a dream. And the people who're pretty all seem to deal drugs. Have a favorite addiction, know about life as a thug (or think they do, haha). If only through seeing, and not really living.
The rapper beside me, whom I was seen giving, a cigarette, had this to say, "One day, man, I'll be large."
Now consider. Abstract ambition won't typically do. But with passion and drive, to follow you through. Can you make your dream? Everyone on a bus is going some place. And even to the past, the future will pace.
I never seem to complete my ruminations.
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