Who knows, maybe in another dimension,

there is another me, who has made dreams come true.

In another universe,

someone will eventually fall in love with another me,

and perhaps, it will be right

the one I wished it was in this one.

Perhaps in another dimension,

we are not even human.

Maybe we are already dead,

and we’ve done all of this before.

In another universe, we would never see each other,

never known.

Maybe I don’t even write,

I really do something else.

And perhaps, in another dimension,

there is someone made exactly like me,

who had the same life as me,

but with a different choice,

made by me,

and others.

Who knows if this is really the case,

or is it just a crazy fantasy?