The Theory of the Multiverse

I was sitting in class and noticed that all of the students were in symmetrical rows and each person has an entire universe (at least they should) floating around in their brain. Each one similar but different in so many ways.

The Theory of the Multiverse is wrong:
It does not describe the alternate realities
Or the many Universes that may or may not exist.
The Theory of the Multiverse is about us:
The millions, the multitude of minds
All teeming, dreaming
With possibilities, propositions
of what can be, what will be, what was.
The power of human will defines
Our lives, and breaks us of the confines,
Of the setbacks of reality.
The Multiverse is visible in the veracity
Of our own valor and verisimilitude,
So much so that we are unable to See the rest
Of humanity, all hoping, praying for what we want,
But, what do we want?
The question rings and stings between our ears,
A buzz in the bottom of our brains.
We cannot answer a question that we do not understand
And to understand the question we must understand ourselves:

Who Am I?

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