Alternative Dimensions
I sail upon an ocean
Of uncertainty and confusion,
Wondering if existence is
Just mirrors and illusions.
Apparently, the theory is
All possibilities and intentions,
Are at the same time happening
In alternative dimensions.
Everything I could have done,
Every turn I could have made
My every thought and action
Is somewhere, being played.
So if the scientists are correct
And the theory isn't mad.
I never ever realised,
I was such a busy lad !
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