Have you ever met another version of yourself?
Maybe young, maybe old, maybe poor, maybe full of wealth.
Have your ever wondered what your life would've been had you turned left and not right?
Rather than mountains, you'd have oceans in your sight.
In another time, another place, you were something more, or something less
Maybe with these questions, I digress.
Far and away I drift
Too heavy a thought for anyone to lift.
Questions, these questions forever haunting
Too many to count, these questions are daunting.
And like a sweet piano rift, they'll dance
But just out of reach for me to take my chance.
They're uncanny and elusive
And they're all the world can give.
Because some questions must never be answered
Some questions end in Cancer.
Deep in a Beehive Cluster of light too bright for us to see
That you are yourself, the best you'll ever be.
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