The Heart

My veins stretch out for miles before me,

and tunnels of opportunity twist and turn,

making their way back to the cavern of my heart,

pumping soul back into the flesh.

The quantum possibilities lie dormant below me,

Quivering over my head in quiet desperation,

Tense and obese with the energy of forty lifetimes,

Revealing before me everything I never was,

Everywhere I did not go,

And everything I lost that was never mine.