I was standing, watching
As life drifted lazily by
As the wannabe James Deans and Marlon Brandos
Marilyn Monroes and Liz Taylors sauntered past
I was the whites of their eyes disappear
As they exhaled what remained of what they once were
I was sitting, listening
To the wind as it whipped my hair into my face
And made me notice how quickly the winter had come
I breathed as sigh of relief in the cafe
When I saw all the wannabe George Clooneys and Brad Pitts
Jessica Albas and Angelina Jolies
Sipping cappucinos like they forever will be
When I left, clutching my cappucino tightly
I saw the person I used to be, across the street
Watching me, wide eyed and inquisitive
Seeing me for as much of a wannabe as any other
Maybe that's why I'm alone again
Because when I was with you I spent so much time
Wearing a mask I had hoped would be semi-permanent
The truth is that nothing really lasts
I've become as unique as every other unique human being.
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