Dear Me

Dear Future Me,

I hope you got things figured out/

Maybe got that big 6 figure house/

But have you really grown/

What progress have you shown/

Have you reaped what I've sown?/

Maybe have a house but do you have a home?

Or maybe you just became another clone/

same mindset as everybody else/

Caught up in the your wealth/

Only give a damn about your well-being and your health/

If you look back to today what things would you of changed?/

So, that when you have aged, you don't feel like another caged, animal trying find his way/

through this crazy food chain. What pains have you left? What chains have you set?

Are you just another letter in this alphabet.

Trying to standout inside this confining text?

The bar for the average has been set.

Have you only met or did you get things in check and exceed past what they expect.

Do you really care about the vain respect?

I don't really know why I'm asking.

Because I won't let any of that even start to happen.

But right now there's a lot of forces clashing.

I hope you can look back laughing.

Hope you finally found your passion.

And are blind to any and all forms of distraction.

Maybe wrote some new rules to the laws of attraction.

Hope you've become whole, because now we're just a fraction.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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