For me wormhole is not hypothetical
For I have been through it.
Have crossed different cosmeres,
As they were on next alley street.
I stood still on the doormat,
of stars and galaxies.
Only to feel coy like a new guest,
Who's been offered cookies.
But then I tried to break the ice
And dared knock on the door of multiverse
Two, three, four and five;
No reply from the other side of universe.
Sweat trickled down my face,
in fear of returning empty handed.
But then the knocking grew aggresive,
And I realized it was not me knocking
But my class teacher;
tapping on my desk
Her stare peirced me inside
making me feel guilty,
My dear earthmates for your information
My teachers name is REALITY.