Coulda Done That (But I Chose Minecraft)

I coulda started a podcast, taught some kids to code,

Ran a half marathon down a country road.

Coulda climbed a mountain, maybe wrote a book,

Taught my dog to dance or learned to cook.

I had dreams lined up like dominoes stacked...

But I clicked on “play” and I ain’t looked back.

Coulda done this, coulda done that,

Coulda changed the world with a swing of a bat.

Built a rocket, learned to fly,

Made a million off stocks if I really tried.

But I chose blocks and I chose peace,

I chose creepers and pixel sheep.

Call it lazy, call it art —

I chose Minecraft. And I’m fine with that part.

I coulda been ripped, six-pack, meal plan,

Motivational TikToks, "Get up, man!"

Coulda been the guy who builds his brand,

And sells protein powder from a tiny van.

But I’m stackin’ stone and smeltin’ ore —

With pants I ain’t washed since 2004.

Coulda done this, coulda done that,

Coulda got famous wearin’ custom hats.

Coulda bought a boat, coulda run for mayor,

Coulda at least called back my old daycare.

But I chose beds made outta red wool,

And a castle full of cows — yeah, it’s wonderful.

Coulda been great…

But this is where I'm at —

I chose Minecraft.

And I don’t regret that.

I got a PhD in tree punchin’.

A masterclass in redstone dysfunction.

Sure, my taxes are late — but my nether base?

Flawless.

Coulda done this, coulda done that,

Coulda changed the game, coulda swung a bat.

But I built a mine, found inner peace,

Fed my pigs and named ‘em all Denise.

No regrets, no second guess —

I got diamond boots and zero stress.

Coulda chased more...

But I like this path.

I chose Minecraft.

So do the math.

Coulda… but nah.