Next time
1.I
don’t want to be a cat,
Not
any more.
To
walk on the air like that,
Turn
my back like a spoiled brat
On
the world.
2.I
might come back as a worm,
It
might be good.
When
they get cut, stepped on, torn,
Every
piece will be reborn
Just
like that.
3.In
this place hit by a storm
I’d
be a llama.
I
would keep somebody warm
In
a slightly processed form
When
it’s cold.
4.Maybe
I’ll be white and deaf
For
protection.
I
don’t want to hear them laugh
Or
see what they’re laughing at,
It’s
no good.
5.Not
a human, not a cat,
One
is dumb, one a spoiled brat,
To
do good, but not to show it,
To
give hope, but not to know it,
I
will come back in this world
Just
like that.
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