I visit a parallel world in my dreams,
a small voice at the back of her mind.
I’m sure it’s my parallel self that speaks,
when I think things I’d not be inclined.
I travel across there while I’m asleep,
and I’m starting to feel quite at home.
She’s a life so similar yet different,
it’s like here with a fork in the road.
As I travel through time to see myself,
I’m as sure she can come visit me.
So I give time to those whispers I hear now,
I’m listening out for myself you see.
My other worlds not a strange place,
but a new place I’m getting to know.
I’m a very small spark of inspiration,
a whisper on a frequency that’s low.