Time with Time

It haunted me.
I could tell it wanted me,
badly.
Gladly,
it was a mutual attraction.
So it was on us to take action.
Father Time fed up with
how I chose to ration,
said he wanted me fully engulfed
in my passion.
Met up so we could
discuss the details of the
arrangement.
Told me he liked what he saw
and suggested
I pursue a career
in entertainment.
Trying to keep my shit together
I felt every bit of
insecure,
all while he was confidently saying,
that I was capable of so much more.
Admired my talents
and marveled at the fact that I'm a
quick learner,
told me it was Time to make use
of the gifts I've long left on the
back burner.
Advised to begin by using
poetry to my advantage,
in order to meet other creatives
that desire to be managed.
To offer myself to artists
looking to maximize their
potentials,
and before he continued,
I interjected that I lack in
those credentials.
Placing his hand on my
shoulder to make his
point more clear.
He said the day I put an end
to all excuses was here.
I don't need to read a book, take a seminar or attend
another class,
because the time is now
He's flipped my hourglass.