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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