Backtrack

I don’t know why I am looking back

Am I regretting things that I lack?

Am I slipping off the track?

Flashes of failure attack

Doubts keep piling, heavy and black

Heartbeat echoes as calculators clack

Each mistake lands a brutal whack

Pressure builds with each book on the rack

Sitting in a dark room, pitch black

Tryna speak as my voice cracks

I carry the weight in a heavy backpack

There’s still a code I can’t hack

So I trust the rhythm of my own knack

I take a measured pause, a mental snack

Sane and satisfied, I finally hit the sack

Cause I know I can never afford to slack