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Some of you have met me, and know who I am.  Some of you are lucky and haven't noticed me as I pass through your life undetected, or perhaps you are aloof.  Lucky you are, for others pray I never exist.  For those of you whose fate will cross my path, yet you are still passive to my stature allow me to introduce myself.

I will walk with you as you walk with someone you haven't met yet, and hear me laughing while leaves puzzle my face.  I will smile upon you as you remember someone of wrinkle who had  told you once to not ponder your reflection and to live as if you will not tomarrow. I was the waiter who served  that silloute of a couple in a restaurant booth ordering buffalo wings.  I was the sergeant with the black steal battering ram crumbling the door in to room 219.  I am the wind sailing with the steady sway of wheat grass against a green pair of sweat pants.  I am the tired shadows that infest your mother's face.  I am the rusty bike spokes in your garage sitting unused for years against bags of old sheets.  I am that mystery figure driving that red convertable smiling as they squeel thier tires out of your life. I am a stockpile of phone numbers of lost or forgotten people on old cell phones.  I am the diary or journal you keep that will capture your words to kite you into destruction, or perhaps bring you salvation.  I am a scrapbook, dedicated to your regrets and things you couldn't change.  I am the dust that glides slowly falling, landing on your grandfather's truck.  I am the list of things you wish you did, and a compilation of things you never completed.  I will be the spaded shovel there shoveling the dirt on your family every time.  The sadness you feel when you hear Kenny Chesney, isn't me but the visions it will paint for you in your mind like a billboard of fate...you guessed it me. I stand perched on every corner waiting for you.  I will be at your birth.  I will be at your wedding.  I will be at your divorce, and the birth of your children.  I will speak kind words of your soft heart, and play your favorite song while your eulogy is being read by some priest who never met you.  If you ever need me, you need not worry for when the day comes you feel you have no one I will be there with a sign that reads " Your name".   When you wake up tomarrow morning you will glance at me while you are brushing your teeth.  I am you, but you can call me Change.