I’ve always wanted to inhabit my own body
A guilty pleasure
That shouldn’t be too much to ask
This soul has depth
Too bad it’s not tangible
You fools own your own body
How lucky it must be to have one, single, home
I travel from corpse to corpse
Address to address
A skeleton in disguise
Black: accused
Brown: degraded
White: spoiled
Purple, pink, orange, yellow
Constantly adjusting to new judgment
Give me one place I can reside
One string to strum
One puzzle to solve
One cup for coffee
One pill for my problems
Simplify this life
With just one solution.