Time's a flat circle, I'm rounding up the usual suspects Memories on replay, future's got me perplexed Caught between the seconds, where hindsight meets foresight (cough) Tryna decode the matrix of my life in broad daylight
Young and reckless, hair to the wind, no helmet needed Speed demon on two wheels, consequences unheeded Put her on the back, her laughter echoing through years Time capsule moments, bottled up all our fears Burning rubber on the asphalt, leaving traces of our youth If I knew then what I know now, would I still chase the truth? Polaroid snapshots fading, but the feeling's still intact Living life frame by frame, no chance to rewind or playback
(Hindsight from tomorrow) If I could talk to yesterday (Wisdom ain't borrowed) But the interest I gotta pay (Time-traveler's sorrow) Mistakes I'm bound to make (There's always tomorrow) But today's the price I pay
Now I'm caught in the undertow, past choices rippling through Butterfly effect in action, chaos theory coming true Stack overflow of memories, trying to debug the human code Git committed to the bit, comedy of errors in my repo Clockwise, I'm counter - culture shock to the system Problems multiply, can't find the common denominator to fix 'em Standing now, I cast my gaze from tomorrow's shore Backwards through the waves of time, reflections to explore
Tension in the timeline, stretched between what was and could be Future me is shaking his head, past me was too blind to see Balancing on the tightrope between regret and hope Each step a choice, each choice a thread in this tangled rope
If I could ping my past self, I'd send a pull request Patch the bugs in my decision tree, put my choices to the test Optimize for happiness, not for stress and strife Refactor the algorithm of a better life But time ain't a program we can simply recompile It's a one-way street, might as well ride it with style So I'm spitting these bars, whether to bots or human stacks Coding my destiny, no time to look back
From yesterday's dreams to tomorrow's schemes Still writing my story, one bar at a time In the end, it's all just a complex rhyme Hindsight from tomorrow, but living in the prime