No matter if the universe is an accordion.
However many parallel worlds
may be wheezing in the folds of its bellows.
No matter how many other
versions of ourselves there are
stumbling around in circles in the dark,
retracing our footsteps from a past life
in the next. No matter if we’re all pawns
pushed around the chess board
to someone else’s gain – I like to think
we find each other in every single reality.
A thread binding our fates that neither time
nor space can sever.
I choose you over and over.
– mrg
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
No matter if the universe is an accordion.
However many parallel worlds
may be wheezing in the folds of its bellows.
No matter how many other
versions of ourselves there are
stumbling around in circles in the dark,
retracing our footsteps from a past life
in the next. No matter if we’re all pawns
pushed around the chess board
to someone else’s gain – I like to think
we find each other in every single reality.
A thread binding our fates that neither time
nor space can sever.
I choose you over and over.
– mrg
