Time

If you ever have a bad experience, you think it’s wasted time 

That time is something you can never get back 

But it’s those roads that lead you to your climb

Even if those times are hard to unpack

The paths you take are never-ending 

I just wish that our paths could connect 

At least I’m not the one pretending

Walking around like everything is perfect 

The days keep on getting rougher 

I wish that you could open up to me 

Because I don’t want you to suffer

I wish to set you free 

The time we have here is finite 

All I want is to see you smile 

When you act like you have no limit 

It makes the time feel like a trial

Matt Lauderbaugh

Matt is a senior Sport Management major with a Creative Writing minor. They are a producer of the Rough Draft podcast for the York Review. In their free time they play on the eSports team for both Valorant and Overwatch 2, play basketball, enjoy running, and hang out with friends.

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