MY FUTURE SELF
My future self, what would he say?
What would he tell me today?
Would he smile at me, and convey
"You did a good job today"
Or, would he be disappointed at me in every way?
Would we share a glimmer?
Would we share hope?
Would we share laughter?
Despite the inevitable slope?
Would I be proud of me?
Despite the inevitable impossibilities?
I look into the mirror, at the miserable me.
He's a failure now, could he have done better?
What would I find in this letter.
Self,
Time's words are everlasting.
My words seem to be forecasting.
My future me.
Smile, for your days are not numbered.
Those that would fall, will not fall asunder.
By the endless negative slumber.
They will never understand
what you feel.
Be true, be real.
Your dreams are your steel.
Show them, what they don't understand.
Show them the anger that none of them can demand.
I stand alone, myself in the mirror.
Look harder.
Look closer.
Look further.
Your future is real.
Into the past, I look back.
That's when I can finally smile, at last.
My future self, your future is your past.
Today, is yours. It has amassed.
Love,
Me
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