Today, there was a man on the train he was dipped in dapper and dabbed a bit shabby, he was whole. a cane held him up. as the train jolted, he'd zig, but his feet held firm. He asked if we knew the most incredible entertainer in all the world. Dead eyes... silence, ears plugged with electronics sound escaping. He said, "Sammy Davis Jr." and began to sing "I got to be me...what else can I be but what I am...", with each note dragged into a deep cantos... He'd hum one note for seconds, a deep powerful growl and certainty. He was certain. ) When life seems that it no longer reflects what you aim to see in yourself in your love in your world that it does matter the words knock you on your head... "I gotta be me..." why would anyone want to live only partially alive? ( After he belted out the song without apology of invading spaces eyeballing faces with tears of acknowledgement, this is truth... we clapped. I ...
Because it exists and so do I...