IF I had a million lives to live
and a million deaths to die
in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
and have a new house number to go by
each and every time I died
and started life all over again.

I wouldn’t want the same name every time
and the same old house number always,
dying a million deaths,
dying one by one a million times:
—would you?
or you?
or you?

2 Comments

  1. kari says:

    i think that this poem is very interesting. because no one wants to be ordinary they want to be extrodinary

  2. tabatha says:

    this is good i guess so

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