I’ve never believed in reincarnation
 the idea that our souls are stretched
across different bodies infinitely
through the hard-edged timeline
some claim that it is to balance
things like karma and life
that nothing can ever be destroyed
or to explain that moment
when we step into those places
and feel the heartbroken feeling 
of home in a strange alien place

and if this is really true
where I keep coming back
I don’t want to anymore
I’m tired
weary of living and the faces
that, no matter where I go
they’re all the same
with the stories
and problems
that they keep spilling 
more than they do their drinks

if there’s a cosmic time clock
someone needs to show me how to punch out