There’s a multitude of other dudes, who look like me but do not do the exact same thing or have a matching attitude;
Parallels played out in lyrical fashion, as I sit napping. I hear them yapping passing something unseen as strange beings from different realities.
It’s not mimicry, or fancy imagery that I see but endless possibilities of what ifs that will never be.
An athlete, teacher, painter, preacher, dancer, fittest novelist, world traveler who volunteers to help the suffering.
Such strange daydreams that sometimes even leans towards more fantastic things, like a superhero or an eager young training cadet trying to be in Starfleet on Star Trek, trying to make first contact, and get to spaces we haven’t even imagined yet.
Of all the alternate dimensions, that float out and in by miles, light years or even mere inches,
the one that never fails to stir my strange inner self, is the one where I get my wish meeting that finest fairytale figure, that most beautiful myth.
Looking in the eyes of my truest companion after struggling for so long to find them, and finally settling down with my soulmate.