To Live a Thousand Lives

I woke up as a chicken today. 
Yesterday I was a little girl living in Texas.
The day before, a beetle. 
For more days that I can count, 
I have woken up as a different creature, 
every single day.
There has been no rhyme or reason
as to how this happens, 
no one to tell me what to do
to get out of this situation. 
I don’t even remember who I was supposed 
to be when I was born. 
Was I just destined to be someone else
my entire life? 
Do I even have a life of my own?
I have lived more lives than possible, 
seen everything around the world three times over. 
There have been dark days,
days that I didn’t want to continue on 
in this never ending cycle.
I have lived lives no one would ever want to live. 
And yet I find myself excited to see where I’ll be the next day.
Will I be a bird, flying high over the Grand Canyon?
A fish, with rainbow scales glimmering in the afternoon sun?
Could I be a famous politician, 
given the chance to do something good in the world for a day?
It’s always a guess, a gamble, 
to what I will greet the sun as in the morning.
But sometimes, 
I wish I was just a creature of my own.