Many past lives I’ve lived within this one,
Other Me’s living with different people,
Calling other houses my home,
Other Me’s with different pets, and pastimes,
And another with a young family, or a teen family,
I now find myself here, at the sum of all those Me’s,
Is this current life my final version,
Will this be the last Me anyone will see,
Or am I at the precipice of the next Me arriving,
Who knows, I live day by day now, and I rarely plan,
Because in the blink of an eye, I could be another man.
He could be kinder and wiser, or cruel and mean hearted,
Only one thing is certain,
I’ll never again become the Me where I started.
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