To My Future Self
Dear Makenna,
I can only hope
that you are still you
and not a misanthrope
or a person without a clue
as to what you are to do.
You know that money is not happiness,
but simply a measure of success.
Don't get lost in the pursuit
of fame and glory
You'll get caught under the boot
of Big Brother and purgatory.
Only you can write your story.
Don't forget your aspirations,
or morals, or dreams, or foundations.
Don't ever fully assimilate
or listen to those who are vain
or those who are full of hate.
From doubt and negativity you must abstain.
You are in charge of your own domain.
I hope the sunset still fills you with wonder
and you still get excited at the sound of thunder.
With love,
Makenna
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