Cooper knew nobody else could do this:
each time he closed his eyes, he saw himself run toward a particular corner and turn left.
He could do this all day; his body lay shattered in a hospital bed –
Each time, blown clean out of his running shoes by a runaway sedan.
If he could find a different path, he could switch into it;
this one was beginning to cramp his style anyway.
Apparently, the multiverse was out to get him. Not once yet has he taken a right instead.
Hey – no sweat, right? He could do this all day.