It’s so easy to slip right out of my skin
To let my soul float free and inhabit some other body
A thousand lives or more I’ve lived, day to day
And each one seems better by far than what I was born to
Doctors, pilots, actors, writers, lovers, betrayers
They all have strengths and weaknesses, joys and pain
But the whole picture strung together and step back
Appears like a masterpiece of living and meaning
Then, grudgingly, I am forced back to this flesh
To wake and sleep and dream of better days