I wish I knew better when I started back there.
Tried a bit harder, now I’m stuck in this warfare.
Fighting battles with pencils got me absolutely mental.
It’s got me stressed out like the end of an iamb.
‘Cause there’s an infinite universe where I migh’ve turned out different.
And I wonder if there’s one out there where I’m who I wanna be.
Where I played my cards right and I shot for the moon,
Swoon ‘cause I won their hearts and the queen of spades.
True ascension, that’s my intention, I hope it happens in this dimension.
Gotta risk it for the biscuit. No second chance.
Keep on hustling, I never had a plan.
But hard times never stayed away.
Insomniac, think too much so I stay awake.
I either nailed it, or failed it; Schrodinger’s math test.
Sine and cosines; Trig’s got me like not fine.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.
The truth is, I mess around. Never serious ‘cause that’ll get me down.
I wonder about the universe, and all the other me’s.
Is it in this world that I graduate with a PhD?
I should’ve listened, and worked harder; I should’ve won all my fights.
But I hope that in my future, everything will be alright.
by Alex Lin