Beatnik

(From the Walternate Universe)
 
It was on the outskirts of the great city
When I ran into me from another universe
He was sitting in a café reading the paper
Waiting for me, ready for us to converse
 
We stared at each other for about a second
He looked like me but just a skinnier a version
He had a goatee, mustache and a black beret
I wondered about this parallel world excursion
 
Right on man, the beatnik said with a smile
Have a seat, he added putting the paper down
And I still baffled at seeing a Walternate style
Had trouble speaking and verbalizing our pronoun
 
How is this? I started but only uttered and muttered
Don’t think too much about it, he said reaching out
We shook hands as I said “but, but” and stuttered
Bro, just chill because there’s so much to talk about
 
I sat across from him as he took a sip of his coffee
Just then the waiter served me one just like I like
I know, he said as I thought how many of us exist
As he said: you should see MC you spit on the mic…
 
…There’s an infinite number of us in the multi-verse
I’m just one version here to visit your world
But there’s not enough time so let me get to the point…
Our worlds split when I went chasing that girl

Remember college, freshmen year, we were undeclared
You said “I’m going into banking to make that money”
Well, how’s that working for you Wallyroo? Nine and Two
I departed from you because I wanted that honey
 
You mean, I said remembering all those classes I took
Our lives split when you went into finance and I into English Lit
And remember that cutie from class who was interested in us
It was a short but torrid affair and a crazy one I must admit
 
But I stuck with my studies and went on to chase dreams
I have a great career and I even got to see the world
And yet somehow even across this vast multi-verse
Destiny seems to have brought us to the same girl
 
I still remember filling out the paper work, declaring a major
While as the years passed my head and heart kept fighting
I doubted that “logical” decision for the longest time
When I passed on my passions for music and writing  
 
Don’t worry, you’re still going to be alright, Beatnik said
We still have work to do Wallyroo, we are still at the helms!
And so we sat in that café conversing for several hours
Regaling each other with stories and tales from our realms.