The mind’s a multiverse, imagining
A thousand alternate realities
Wherein I am a thousand different me’s.
The mind’s a library, a history
Detailing all the things that I aspired
To be, to see, to do, to have acquired
In life. This library is always full,
And grows, but I can only choose one book
To read until eternity. I took
The only one I could, the only one
That comes with empty pages, pen and ink.
The others are illusory, I think.
The mind’s a multiverse, a hall of dreams.
I’ve dreamed a thousand lives, lived only one.
To live that one life well? A fight hard-won.