Have you ever wondered what it’s like
to be a cat?
To have nine lives—
I mean, how great is that?
My first life
I’d spend figuring out how life works—
my free trial,
just without the perks.
My second life
I’d spend reminiscing,
reliving old memories,
seeing people I’d been missing.
My third life
I’d achieve something great.
I’d use my memories of future events—
my name would carry weight.
My fourth life
I’d get bored of the same old things.
I’d travel, explore,
see everything life brings.
My fifth life
I’d spend fulfilling my dream—
get my dream job,
find my dream partner.
My life would be perfect… or so it would seem.
My sixth life
I’d probably spend the same,
maybe a mix of a few,
maybe even achieve fame.
My seventh life
I’d spend bored—
I already did everything.
In my past lives, I’d already scored.
My eighth life
I’d spend in grief.
So many people I’ve seen die—
for this cycle to end would give me relief.
My ninth life
and now my last,
I’d throw away—
and do it fast.
