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To The Future Me


On the bedlam of roses;

that you walk,

do you feel the fluff petals;

or the prickly thorns?

 

Have you seen,

the blazing sun;

of success,

atop the mountain;

of hard work.

or are you still;

clawing your way up?

 

Hope you found;

a kindred soul,

to dress;

your wounds,

and address;

your anxieties,

someone;

you could die for.

 

Let\'s sign,

on a promise; 

spanning through time;

to never regret; 

the long lost yesterday,

to fully live;

the ever present today.

 

For now,

I bury this poem,

in the bits;

the 1\'s and 0\'s,

of the internet,

to perhaps return,

on the cold winter when;

I have learnt,

the answers to;

the questions I posed.