Many worlds they say, some say, but do not know;
Each a version of this, each and all at once holding a version of each of us.
And I think on.
And so what of worlds where I am otherwise?
Maybe living a life already perceived as better or worse (as if I could compare), or perhaps nearing a great crossroads.
An imminent ending, even.
And so what of worlds where I am not, at least no longer remain, or perhaps never was?
And so what of me when I depart from this one?
To another place shall I transfer?
If so, to where exactly?
Many worlds they say, some say, but do not know.