Life is an experiment
Thrown into tubes of trial and error,
I’m the unwilling subject
While fate plays the cruel investor.
I’m drowning in data,
My heartbeat on display,
The crowd takes notes on my failures,
Then shrugs and walks away.
Am I the subject or the science?
The poison or the cure?
Each variable feels endless,
And I’m never quite sure.
But still, I’ll chart the chaos,
I’ll make a graph of scars,
And crown my flaws with galaxies,
That look like scattered stars.
Because even unwilling testers
Leave fingerprints in ink,
And maybe my broken theories
Will teach the world to think.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
Life is an experiment
Thrown into tubes of trial and error,
I’m the unwilling subject
While fate plays the cruel investor.
I’m drowning in data,
My heartbeat on display,
The crowd takes notes on my failures,
Then shrugs and walks away.
Am I the subject or the science?
The poison or the cure?
Each variable feels endless,
And I’m never quite sure.
But still, I’ll chart the chaos,
I’ll make a graph of scars,
And crown my flaws with galaxies,
That look like scattered stars.
Because even unwilling testers
Leave fingerprints in ink,
And maybe my broken theories
Will teach the world to think.
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