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Letter to my future self
Tell me something:
What’s it like, being mature? Do you still feel older than
everyone else, or has your body finally caught up with your mind?
Tell me something:
Have you managed to find yourself yet? Do you know who you
are, what you want, where you’re going, or are you stuck in the 9-5 grind?
Tell me something:
Are you in love? Are you happily married, settled down,
children, perfection, or are you still breaking hearts and dreams and spending
each night alone with someone else?
Tell me something:
Do you remember how you were? Have you kept and cherished
every memory, every trial, every tiny shard of broken mind, or has it all been
condemned to the black?
Tell me something:
Are you alive? Or are you still dead, comfortably numb,
given up on everything yet still somehow surviving on Weetabix and empty
dreams?
Tell me something:
Do I have anything to live for?
What’s it like, being mature? Do you still feel older than
everyone else, or has your body finally caught up with your mind?
Tell me something:
Have you managed to find yourself yet? Do you know who you
are, what you want, where you’re going, or are you stuck in the 9-5 grind?
Tell me something:
Are you in love? Are you happily married, settled down,
children, perfection, or are you still breaking hearts and dreams and spending
each night alone with someone else?
Tell me something:
Do you remember how you were? Have you kept and cherished
every memory, every trial, every tiny shard of broken mind, or has it all been
condemned to the black?
Tell me something:
Are you alive? Or are you still dead, comfortably numb,
given up on everything yet still somehow surviving on Weetabix and empty
dreams?
Tell me something:
Do I have anything to live for?
Published 18th Nov 2010
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19th Nov 2010 1:44am
if i had one nit i'd end the poem with the final;
Tell me something.
the last line feels a little forced.
some really good lines. much to like about the piece Mrs sin.
i just read it again and for me it's a powerful write. thanks for the read.
Tell me something.
the last line feels a little forced.
some really good lines. much to like about the piece Mrs sin.
i just read it again and for me it's a powerful write. thanks for the read.
