I meant to go to school early,
but I couldn't find my car keys for the longest time.
I had wasted a good portion of the morning,
Kind of like when trying to look for words that rhyme.
A lot of instances occurred,
Delaying me at my every turn.
Being early was an anticipated dream of mine,
She was in it and now it was something that I could no longer yearn.
So I arrived at my destination,
heading to my room of education.
Then in the corner of my eye,
I noticed her come at a slow pace.
Mine was already speeding fast,
because I thought I was losing that race.
She was right there, and I was right here.
It was now or never; there wasn't anything to fear.
Imagine if I hadn't lost my keys.
If that car didn't get caught by the police.
If that man hadn't run across the road.
Then I wouldn't have gotten into this moment that I just told.
Imagine if, by a little bit more, I had just slowed down.
If I had let that other car cut me by.
Then that moment would have been different.
One where our paths would certainly collide.
Just a quarter of a minute, I thought.
If only I got delayed just a little bit more.
Then our paths would have perfectly crossed.
Way closer than any opportunity set before.
But should I be really asking for that much more?
How perfect does it have to be just to make a move?
The universe had already conspired helping with the inches,
But I still didn't improve.
I almost got killed,
Getting to that moment.
Not making the most out of the chance,
Here come the days of torment.
She was right here,
and I was right there.
How perfect did it have to be,
To get myself past with just exchanging stares...
