They say that before every step
You take in life,
You flick a mental coin
Then go left or right
Turn or keep straight on.
In your own universe you go left,
Pop into a café,
Go home and have a nap.
Then carry on those humdrum days.
But that was close!
So close that in an alternative realm
You go right,
Go into a shop,
Buy a lottery ticket
And Win Millions!
For every possibility, the scientists claim,
Is played out
In an Infinite Multiverse.
Somewhere you are King or Queen,
And somewhere else you are about to be shot!
Somewhere you are a fly
Or a bear.
Somewhere my parents are still alive
And everyone is free of ill.
That tuneful Rainbow springs to mind.
Maybe there’s even a Universe
Where everyone is Immortal.
Where God calls in for a cup of tea.
And what we’ve read as fiction
Is all true.
These possibilities are endless and
My imagination strains to picture
All that might just happen.
Somewhere.
We can but Hope.
Paul Butters
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
They say that before every step
You take in life,
You flick a mental coin
Then go left or right
Turn or keep straight on.
In your own universe you go left,
Pop into a café,
Go home and have a nap.
Then carry on those humdrum days.
But that was close!
So close that in an alternative realm
You go right,
Go into a shop,
Buy a lottery ticket
And Win Millions!
For every possibility, the scientists claim,
Is played out
In an Infinite Multiverse.
Somewhere you are King or Queen,
And somewhere else you are about to be shot!
Somewhere you are a fly
Or a bear.
Somewhere my parents are still alive
And everyone is free of ill.
That tuneful Rainbow springs to mind.
Maybe there’s even a Universe
Where everyone is Immortal.
Where God calls in for a cup of tea.
And what we’ve read as fiction
Is all true.
These possibilities are endless and
My imagination strains to picture
All that might just happen.
Somewhere.
We can but Hope.
Paul Butters
Inspired by a recent BBC Horizon programme repeat about Multiverse Theories.
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