A Parallel Me?

Does ‘parallel’ have two l’s 

‘Cause they never meet?

Ugh! The ‘me’ living parallel to ‘me’,

Will we ever be fortunate enough to bump into ‘me’?

Sounds so much like a fantasy,

But is it you who collapses,

While I conquer herculean feats?

Is it me mourning and you euphoric?

Oh the parallel me,

When we do meet,

Will it be felicitous or

The grave of hope and smiles?

Shall it be a breezy, tranquil day?

Or maybe the catastrophic end of the universe?

Whatsoever it may be, spring or winter,

All I ponder about is, will it really be ‘me’ just the antipode?

Is it just a dilemma, 

Or is it me feeling the present 

And you in the future, maybe the long gone past?

Will the parallel ‘me’ be my autobiography?

With questions overflowing,

Which not a single soul be apt to answer,

I end this poem with yet another-

Am I really ‘me’ or a parallel to another ‘me’?