My mind is crystal clear
With unadulterated desire
For metamorphosis.
I’ve grown weary
With whom I am
As a man
And the paltry history
Of an insignificant existence.
Walking down a busy street,
I’d like to gaze into a shop window
And smile to not recognize my reflection.
The greatest scientific discovery
Will not be eternal youth
But complete transformation
From one soul into another.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transmigration-of-souls/
