Humdrum

Humdrum by Carl Sandburg

IF I had a million lives to live
and a million deaths to die
in a million humdrum worlds,
I'd like to change my name
and have a new house number to go by
each and every time I died
and started life all over again.

I wouldn't want the same name every time
and the same old house number always,
dying a million deaths,
dying one by one a million times:
-would you?
or you?
or you?

But some activity may be routine but is comforting. Paper stocks always have to be maintained. How routine, how delightfully humdrum! Am I getting nervous about not having it?