Thinking of myself in former lives,
laughing at who I used to be.
It doesn’t seem real that I was
all those people and now, just me.
Chasing girls, smoking and drinking,
a rock and roll drummer in fact.
Believing that life would never end
determined the way I would act.
As I sit here tonight lost in thought,
my past incarnations I can see.
I shake my head as I turn out the light
and wonder how I came to be me.
Me, too, Butch. Thanks.
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