Multiverse of the mind

In the multiverse of the mind,

I’ve traveled through time,

Flown spaceships far away,

and up close seen the moon shine,

Discussed offers over ancient wine,

And missed the sun all of July,

So I can be at the edge where I usually lie,

I’m not a baker, but here’s a piece of the pie,

It’s not sadness, but beauty that makes me cry,

And we always come back, because we cannot die.