Living in a Bizzaro World

March 29, 2022

I wonder now that life has unfurled,
How we have come to live in this bizarro world.
Was there some significant split in reality?
Of all the things I could have been,
How is it that I am the evil twin?
A caricature, a comic book hyperbole?

We can talk ad nauseum of other worlds,
Of the multiverse or just of sliding doors,
Of what could have been or woulda-shoudas.
But I have this sinking feeling,
An idea, though not very appealing,
That we are an image in a camera obscura.

There is a ghost of what might have been,
A world sane and and good, and well lived in,
Just because we made that one crazy decision.
Maybe we are a reflection or a shell,
Purgatory maybe, not a ring of hell,
Maybe hope is that we may be forgiven.

But there are things in this life I wouldn’t change,
People I love, the things I would hesitate to rearrange,
To change them would be to fill me with sorrow.
So I suppose that things could be worse,
(not to tempt fate with something even more adverse,)
Perhaps we should just work toward a better tomorrow.