Moving Walkway
Moving Walkway
Always the choice whether to get
Where we’re going before
We would have gotten there anyway
Had we not chosen to get there faster
No matter what choice we make
A doppelgänger will appear
Ahead of or behind us
Who we’ll always have to follow
Or always be followed by
One of infinite instances
When lives split off from our life
Like we’re a branch a boy
Is sitting whittling into an arrow
And this isn’t a bad thing
The more shavings there are
The more arrow