Suppose you were me
Would you figure out a better way
Of being me

Suppose you were a murderer
Waiting through appeals
On death row

Suppose you were always happy
Laughing while others cried
Grinning while other mourned

Suppose you were always sad
Crying while other laughed
Mourning while other grinned

Suppose you were careless
And let life slip away
While you were making lists

Suppose you were careful
Filled with care for life
Consumed by love’s eternal flame

Suppose you were just you
Not particularly great or memorable
But also not just one thing or another

Suppose you, like Walt, 
contain multitudes
And are wonderfully made
Just as you are