Yeah! For a change, what's it like being, you? What's it like being a teacher? or being 18? How about you being depressing? or jovial? What's it like to lose your son? or have 3 generations under one roof? Are you african? What's it like being in africa? What's it like to be a pilot? or zookeeper? What's it like gettin pregnant? Does it hurt? Is it an amazing feeling? How's that amazing feeling like?
What's it like being shy? What do you actually feel? Why hide under some sheets or stammer with words? What's it like being rich? or having nothing to eat for tomorrow? Hey, what's it like being that scorpion in you? or the horse? What's it like to hurt someone? beat him up and make him bleed? or what it's like to be a kind soul to help that disabled person across the road?
I know a lot about myself, yet, people know more about me than myself sometimes. It's strange, and now, I wonder what's it like to be you. You, you, and you.
Gee, come to think of it, that's a lot of things to try out eh? Not much time there to be honest. Let's see if we ever get there.
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