I push and pull and wonder what could have happened
If I had a different route I was younger
What would I be now if I didn’t pick up a pen and start to write?
Would I have become an actor?
Would I have become a scientist?
Would I have become someone successful young?
Would I have become a complete failure?
Would I like the other me more than me now?
But I guess if I was the other me, I wouldn’t know this me
Would I then wish I was different?
Would I like myself more or less than I do now?
Would I really be me?