A mysterious curse, a series of unfortunate events,
My complicated life, divided in different segments,
Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,
Riding on bus, journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?
I often think about them, but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,
I wonder if some will flower in grace,
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,
I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,
I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,
I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,
Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,
Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?
A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space, a passenger,
A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.