The universe is capable of weakness
Finding jealousy between the stars

Its center cannot stake its claim
I wish I would stop projecting better men
Sexier men
Men who can do things I will never do

It creates this ill effect.

I have all the cheat codes
But it ruined the whole game.

Now all I can do is step aside
And when you send a wave, I'll ride
And when I try too hard, you snide
Because I'm  encapsulated by something mathematical,
Which cannot try
And each iteration, a more indebted slave to that property
But time is a labyrinth and we shuffle outcomes to stay alive

Still the apparent spectrum seems to snide
Which makes sense.