Multiverse
Let your mind open to the Multiverse.
Every decision we make creates
new universes with different consequences.
I hate my other mes,
their ability to do what I could only dream.
What about other us?
Maybe other we lived life
from life, light from light,
true love from doomed love.
I can’t help but hope that other us are miserable.
That the infinity of other me are constantly
Miserable.
I’m playing the odds on this one.
I’ve found that the best way is to press onwards
remembering that it could always be worse.
I’m playing the odds on this one
because that’s how you have to live life.
If you wait around for a fool proof answer
to every question that causes you strife
then I hope you are prepared to wait forever.
I hope that you are prepared to be forgotten.
A life worth remembering necessitates
Mistakes.
Fortune favors the bold, but when she fucks him,
she fucks hard.
I’ve found that the best way is to press onwards
remembering that it could always be worse.
She fucks hard.
You will remember her, she made sure of that.
She inspires the infinity you, makes you think
thoughts and feel feelings that you didn’t know
you were capable of.
Did she uncover something buried
or were you the one that was violently penetrated?
You try to put this new depth of being
onto a canvas or a paper or whatever, but
nothing seems quite right.
I’ve found that the best way is to press on words
remembering that it could always be worse.
Nothing seems quite right.
It’s the final question on your final final,
finally.
You’ve chosen every answer a dozen times.
You’re last hurdle to graduation, insurmountable.
Or maybe you don’t want to surmount it,
trapped in college forever, your own personal
Never-ever land.
Just chill and let Morgan Freeman’s dulcet tones
take you Through the Worm Hole.
Let your mind open to the theory of the Multiverse.
