The Mind of Mr. Mak

free throws. — hoping to shoot my shot at hope. — for only things she knows. — she knows. — at the line. nobody guarding me. — still feel the pressure. — cuz the answer ain’t in my hands when the ball leaves. — when the ball leaves… so does certainty. — the scoreboard keeps track. — a make. a miss. — no line in the middle to draw what effort is. — no guarantee it goes in when i prepared 1000 shots before the shot. — it doesn’t count the practice. it counts the outcome. — but when i shoot the free throw, — it isn’t a free throw. — it’s the cost of every foul that brought me to the line. — every practice shot. every miss. every almost. — by the time i’m standing there, i already paid. — so when the ball leaves my hands, — all i can do is watch what it costs to hope. — Mr. Mak

  Serious how many times did i waste time? — how many times did i increase the baseline? — you’re not serious if ya think anotha man can make time. take time. replace mine. — i’ve seen many things take time. — i’ve been through things. still… i’m still me. — same paper. just a different receipt. — people replace people. time doesn’t work that way. — you can start another chapter. — you can’t rewrite the one we already lived. — i’m not the one with all the misunderstanding. — i just miss understanding where i once stood. — i can’t wait on you. — time doesn’t stop for either of us. — shit will take time. — the odds always even themselves out. — this’ll be mine. — jealousy only arrives when you realize what you missed the whole time. — nobody can replace the time. they can only follow it. — Mr. Mak