Dream.
I met
myself
in a
dream.
It was
me.
Only
it wasn’t.
A different
me.
A parallel
me.
From
a divergent
path.
Different
choices
made.
From a
disparate
flow.
Alternative
experiences.
Different
reality.
I looked.
Looked different.
It was me.
But it
wasn’t.
Life’s
different
paths.
Like
a piece
of clay.
Formatted
in a
different
way.
Surprised
to see
how different
I could be.