In another universe, far far away
Aeons into the future or the past
To another "here" and "now"
Where the present is recast;
In this other universe
Where humanity is one but diverse
That is celebrated, not a curse;
Our worlds could collide and merge
Into an abode of our choosing;
My essence of being and yours
Together in the ocean of life, cruising.
But is life so fatalistic
That the universe that be -
The initial conditions of our here and now -
Written in the stars that evolve and die;
Keep us worlds apart without a why?
