Trading Places

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could swap bodies for a day?

You could think as I think, and I could see as you see.

We could trade our day-to-day. Would you want to work or play?

You would do as I do and I would be as you be.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could swap roles for a day?

You could hurt me and I could hurt you, instead of what we normally do.

We could trade our power plays. Would you want to have your way?

You would love as I love and I would screw as you screw.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could swap our lives for a day?

You could walk as I walk, and I could lay where you lay.

We could trade our souls and shades. Would you want to stay that way?

You would breathe as I breathe and I would fade as you fade.

All these ways for us to switch, but alas there is a hitch

We are trapped no matter how much our skin will itch.

We are bound to our bodies, our roles, and our lives,

And can only dream of living behind another’s eyes.