Many Worlds Theory

Blood on the windshield
Memories slipping away
A maelstrom of regret
The road not taken
Yawns like an abyss
Opportunities swirling like mist
Consequences obscured
Your blood on the windshield

Quick reactions avoid collision
Heart thumping throughout skid
Burnt rubber smell pervades
Gasping breath condenses
Time moves forwards again
Relief seeps like massage oil
A new day offers redemption
Your quick reactions avoid collision

Which path are you on
Choices spread out like frost
Many worlds unfolding
Every option followed through
Each journey a different route
Mind maps intersecting
No road left unexplored
But which path are you on?