Am I trapped in an imperfect system or a purposed algorithm?
Does colour reveal itself through some phantasmal prism?
Categorically ordered beings, flippant or robotic,
Designed by "nature" to perfect yet so chronic,
An infinite progression to a result most regressive,
Our stance all but shows our strive to be possessive,
Can we cure ourselves from this materialistic dump?
Routine trips, cartwheels and flips, until we hit a speedhump?


So then... What if..


What if I had done the opposite yesterday?
What if my decision changed the course of today?
What if the loop repeats for me to change?
What if this matrix thus offers a renewed range?
What if my actions are infinitely superimposed?
What if there really are other me's unexposed?
What if all other me's are split seconds apart out there?
What if they undertake the decision I didn't bear?
What if there's another world where I blink a second later?
What if another me blinks twice as later than later?
What if the sequence is ordained to be in parts?
What if the sum makes up more a whole but restarts?
What if all our decisions are programmed by the universe?
What if that universe folds inwards into a multiverse?
What if the world saw perfection by a second's delay?
What if that door just needed a millimetre lengths way?
What if there coexists the anomaly to the invariable?
What if that indefinite span be altered by the decimal?
What if a retake be done but this time from the fourth rock to the sun?
What if by the slightest sliver of fractions we are in more worlds than one?

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