If left-left-left is right
Then where would be be
Regardless of direction taken
That all destinies end the same
And none know the direction taken
Nor the fate awaiting them there
At the end of the road not taken
What is free will, is not so
It is an illusion of conditioning
The subconscious follows suit
By the conditions of the past
Learned by experiences known
That out rule free will, to survive
Yet in a microcosm are anomalies
Where focal planes are random
And capturing uncertainty abated
That externalities influence them
In ways that dictate a microcosm
Here nature's laws unending fall
An outcome, randomly sustainable
All outcomes then can occur
And the directions are the same
To appear is if they are random
Yet truly they are focused still
Following the variable forces seen
In opposition options variable occur
Different worlds, parallel planes
So the different versions of self
Come to a summit found decisive
Those paths followed find existence
Both in the trail taken and others not
To find a universe in quantum tense
With the mechanics of determination
Evolved into constant possibilities