I am fourteen
And my Rubik’s cube has betrayed me
The cube that I cannot live without
Makes me look smarter
In Public
How come to my cube
Is always fixed
What if I die
Before finishing my cube
And my fingers are always confused  turning for no reason

I have to learn to get faster

To improve my Personal Best
My cube is to slow for me
Suppose I die before getting under a minute
They will shake their heads
Saying “CFOP”
There is no cube I would solve
And too much
That has to take more than a minute
And my fingers are always confused turning for no reason

No one ever stops to think
About my side of it
I should have a Gans 356 Air UM
My skills are better than his
Why do I have to be
The one
To be slow
I have no lube for my cube
Will I live long enough
To get faster
And my fingers are always confused turning for no reason