"Multiverse Envy"

What is a dream, if not a projection of my soul —

A place I wish to see or a world I wish to know?

I go there oft, as much as my mind permits.

A place but to my brain and heart betwixt.

Perhaps, in some alternate reality they form,

Take on realness, and through this are born.

Another version of me there lives

And has my ideal life all to his.

I envy him and how free he must feel,

Having my mere daydreams made quite real.

His own heart and mind would my world disgrace

And he’d live a life worth living in my place.

Why is it he, not I, that lives life so?

Am not I worthy of living in his stow?

This other me: he knows he has me beat,

But he cares not, for his accurséd life is sweet.

No longer will I sit idly by,

Watching jealously this other life;

I want what he has, and I shan't be denied.

I espy a plan within my scheming mind:

He exists only because I permit;

My creations: his existence depends on it.

If I cease to dream, he too will cease to exist,

And what should be mine will no longer be his.

Alas, the reward is not so sweet

To condone the sacrifice of my dreams.

Begrudgingly, for us both I will still take part,

But envy and desire will lay heavy on my heart.