give you something to think about,
of what you did, with other people,
with strangers or other dimensions.
So you finally understand:
“that’s how she/he felt”.
You’re on the other side of the belt.
This is how karma works,
everytime a new ride of clocks.
Everytime things come back,
to hit hard, whack.
I wish it could cut me som slack,
but that’s not its act.
I believe in karma,
lately in the negative,
not so much positive,
I’m damn sensitive,
so that’s here, my narrative.
But I think I’m betetr than those stangers,
I’m smarter, I think about things,
some people just not, doesn’t think.
I know my mistakes,
I know what I have to take.
So karma it’s a double edged-sword,
I still hope it can hear my words,
hit me in the positive ways,
not just in the bad ones.