6:50 PM on Healey

 fucked up,

down bad,

but i’m okay.


told the guys

i’ll be down for the long way —

’cause i’ve never been the type

to fold in the middle of a storm.


and still…


why do i feel like such a legend?

why does greatness feel like oxygen —

something i inhale and exhale

without even trying?


why do i move like a man

already living four years ahead,

operating from the mind

of the future version of me,

while everyone else

is still trying to find their footing

in the present?


maybe it’s because

i only needed one step in

to know i’m not going anywhere.


one step

and my chest already knew —

this path is mine.

one step

and my body already felt —

there’s no turning back.

one step

and my spirit already whispered —

you were built for the long run.


that’s the difference.


some people take ten steps

and still feel unsure.


me?

i take one

and the ground moves with me.

i take one

and the future cracks open.

i take one

and destiny adjusts its direction.


i’m not ahead of my time —

i am my time.

i’m not rushing the timeline —

i’m waking it up.


i feel like a legend

because i survived chapters

that should’ve drowned me,

and came out

speaking in prophecy.


i feel like greatness

because when i breathe,

i breathe intention.

i breathe discipline.

i breathe truth.

i breathe every version of me

that didn’t quit

when quitting looked easier.


and that’s why i walk

like i’m already that man —

because i am.


i’m the prelude

to my own success story.

the early chapter

that people will reread

once they know the ending.

the beginning

that already carries the weight

of what the ending will become.


only one step in…

i ain’t going nowhere.


the long way is mine.


— Mr. Mak


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