If I had a million lives to live
  	and a million deaths to die
  	in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
  	and have a new house number to go by
  	each and every time I died
  	and started life all over again.
I wouldn’t want the same name every time
  	and the same old house number always,
  	dying a million deaths,
  	dying one by one a million times:
  	—would you?
  	                     or you?
  	                             or you?

This poem is in the public domain. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 12, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.