The Dark Side of Empathy

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

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