How things could have been is just so deeply irrelevant

Yet these thoughts are so profound and vivid and prevalent

So many paths one could walk down, so many ends one could arrive at

Going thru the day, obliviously mass murdering many a Schrödinger’s cat

Myriads of universes fighting over the privilege to exist

You choose coffee over tea and a billion of them turn to mist

Akin to sperm competing for the egg’s favor, forking paths serenade my feet

Where should I live? Who should I love? What on earth should I eat?

Possibility presents itself, and ways to go perpetually pop up

You long to be a photograph, knowing time will never ever ever stop

You could do the best with what you’ve been given, tell the fourth dimension you don’t give a fuck

Or spent the entire ordeal postponing the inevitable, jogging out proxy wars with the clock

One choice means a thousand never managed to make it outside your mind

You plunge into a frenzy, trying to do and be it all, you just can’t leave it behind

Years go by and out of a gogol plex possible realities you’ve down to just one final path

The future takes up so much of our time, yet the past always has the last laugh

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the carbon cycle will let you have no rest

Whereever/Whenever/Whatever you end up, i wish you all the best