Alternative Universes

Imagine in the alternate universes, your life is played out in different versions.
In every single universe out there, there lives a you living a life based on the decisions you didn't make. Every single decision in life you make/ didnt make, takes you onto a different route. Every single person you meet changes your views, your decisions, your lifestyle, your social circle, your career, your love life, etc. The permutations are endless. How do you decide which alternate you, had made the right choice? Which one of you live a life well-lived? Wouldn't it be interesting to see how life pans out for each and every version of you?

anxious as I might be about the thesis, which has seen zero progress, i just cant seem to get the engines going to clear all the assignments first.
Kept getting writer's block and being distracted.
I really need a better strategy to be more focused and write quickly.

You are a heartbeat away from love.

Going through yellowed photographs
the red house by the prairie
where lavender dreams were made.
She remembers the days of love
of laughter that floated through the house
like colorful balloons.
He played the harp
and across the dusty floor
they danced their little dance.
You missed a note
she would say,
but he would grin
and continued to play
his bluegrass notes.
She remembers the day
when the rays of the sun
shone through the broken window
in the kitchen,
of the red house by the prairie.
He was sitting in the broken rocking chair
playing the familiar bluegrass notes.
You missed a note,
she turned to say,
but he did not grin
no more.
there he sat
frozen in time.
the harp no longer made a sound.
Gone were the days of bluegrass notes,
of life in the red house by the prairie.

we are all fitted in boxes
herded sheep
without a true shepherd
on the day we die
they lay us in the same boxes
they created for us
in a bed of lies we laid to rest
realising too late
that a life was wasted
chasing the gold at the rainbow's end
the neon lights of empty cities
the sandman came
and blew dreams of dust
into eyes that would never see
beyond the deceits of crafted dreams

Will you fall if I fall,
into the abyss of darkness?
Will you follow me,
when I cross the river of inferno?
Will you reach me,
when I am fettered by my own wretchedness?
Will you pray,
when I have drifted beyond hope?
Will you cry,
when I swim in my sea of tears?