Thoughts of parallel dimensions
And how possibilities are endless
Is there a version of me somewhere who isn’t prone to be reckless?
Or is there a variation who’s dedication is to chaos?
Alternate identities I explore and enjoy to play on
Maybe there’s an edition of myself where my condition is nothing but peaceful
I could be a musician making melodies that complete you
All these models could just be characters in novels the author self of me writes about
Either way, the only grip I have is control over the version of me as we speak just writes this down