A Letter To Myself
Febuary 1, 2002
Dear Future Me,
Your life is a fork in the road
The pressure is on
And your thoughts are slow
With the increased stress
To do everything right
Being put to the test
You stay and fight
Staying true to yourself
Is a hard thing to do
Looking for help
You don’t have a clue
Expectations are rising
Just like the sun
With no one advising
You jump the gun
You come to the light
And see your true colors
The future can be bright
Like no other
You push
Construct your goals
Beat around the bush
Now you’re in control
Don’t stop there…
Find potential
Breathe fresh air
Piece together the credentials
Mute the teasing
From lost people
The success your seizing
Will not have a cost
Worry about future
But do it with care…
Worry too much,
You’ll get grey hairs
Be healthy and well
It’s not just academics
Things will be swell
Don’t end with paramedics
Just let life flow
It will all work out
Think and just go
Then it won’t go south
Your only job now
Is to focus on you
That fork in the road
Can be your first cue
Sincerely,
Cydonia