Serious

 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



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