Dr. Bishop, I acknowledge the existence
Of parallel universes, multiple variations of me
All whom may believe this same thing as me
Which one concrete, which one insignificant
How am I to compete with myselves
"I can't, can I?"
I can't
What am I (I am a human being)
Supposed to (Too immersed in his thinking)
Believe in (In possibilities I trust)
Anymore (More so than the logical)
This changes (Isn't it wonderful)
Everything is alright
This is dangerous thinking
Stay grounded
For all we know, the only ghosts are us
We shouldn't doubt it
So, what's the point of losing sleep over it
In theory, it's only a theory
I don't need proof to know that I exist
In theory, it's only a theory
So, what's the point in losing sleep over it