Fate...

Then one realizes quite painfully
the terrible concept of fate
when different futures converge
while each one anticipates

Whose future do we experience?
can we confidently claim?
perhaps it's only the leftovers
that are now ours to gain

Very much like Schrodinger’s cats
we exist in multiple states
to get that desirable outcome
for that godly observer we wait

The End

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