I woke up this morning in the body of a thirty year old man
Arms hairy, face creased
My thirty year old lungs singed
My thirty year old heart burnt
But my thirty year old mind is strong
Front filled with knowledge
Back with pleasures and pains
Strange how the skin loosens
As the soul tautens
I feel in ways more and less myself with each breath and beat
I've learned much and forgotten more
What did Xiodong Han, say?
Listen to those who help you
Forget those who don't
I hope I'll be as strong at sixty
