Inside my old pyjamas live
A lot of people, some of whom I know.
Few rebels, most just go with the flow.
Some cynics, some are still naive,
Some have elaborate beliefs.
Some play in bands, some teach, some know judo.
Most like the loopy side streets and fresh snow,
And stinky smoke of dried leaves.
Some courtly gentle, others bluntly mean,
Few vegans, but most fancy pie with lamb.
Rich, poor, thin, fat, young, old, and in between.
Some live on Mars and some in Amsterdam.
The people who I was, or could have been,