They're us.
They're what we are.
They're what we want to be.
They're what we think we're not.
They're what we know we fear.
They're what we can't deny.
They're what we see when we look away from the reflecting glass.
They're part of us.
They're embedded deep inside.
They shit, shave and shower.
They ponder.
They wander.
They share the same air.
The past clings to them like concrete, snuffing the buds of progress.
They come in many colors.
And go in shades of gray.
They fret, fear, and laugh...
... and take refuge in the head.
They're me.
They're you.
They're us.
And one day we'll all be dead.
