My Strange Travels

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.

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