Dear Future Me...

Dear Future me,

Its me, the dude you used to be
Writing you letters from behind the bars of persecution
Beaten and broken. Wounded by the lash of Ridicule

Forced to accept every vicious swing of the leather straps
Scars bear testimony. Body bound and submissive to the straps
Which lock and Funnel my arms through the sleeves of a straitjacket
Thought patterns and sanity cuffed to the padded walls of a maniac's cell
Writing to you is the only release for a prisoner of the present
Victim of circumstances

But enough about the mumbling's of a mad man,
Why don't you tell me about yourself instead

How's your present as opposed to mine?
Seeing as I'm a bunch of years behind you
Kinda Shadow-like
In that I mirror you in shape but not in size or height

That's the hope of my heart and mind
That your bigger than the lowly shadow me that trails behind
Among the feets of your outline

Did you find an earth to mother your seed yet?

Or couple acres to call home for your feet to rest?

So tell me, did you iron out your flaws and creases?

For your own sake, I hope you did, lest the present should never cease
I pray you redefined the meaning of succeeding
offering proof to your pudding, in doing so, Lynching the tongues of non-believers
Foul taste-in-mouth, revenge is best served sweetened

Cause I dunno if you remember,

The masses always stood ready to cast down their Judgment
Knit-picking your every decision and action as if they were Heavens appointed witness jury and Judges
Pointing their self righteous fingers and theoretically tearing their robes in disgust

And I told them,

The one who is without flaw may cast the first stone
Those who are not picture perfect may turn back and head on to their glass homes
Only Then, will I give account of my testimony, to Whoever is still left standing with a stone to throw

And I also say a silent prayer
That you learned from the mistakes I made
And the ones I'm yet to make
If you didn't, Lord may no consequences ricochet
Any Stray ripples into the future, blurring, the vision that I envisage of your perfect present day

If only you weren't so deaf and maimed
I Write and engage you. You just mirror me back without a word to say
seeming to get a kick from keeping me on all fours like a pleading slave
At the very least, consider parting with a sign to say
that everythings gonna be okay

Cause from where I am, trying to predict the state of affairs in your present, drives me crazy.
 
Writing these letters from within the belly of Hades
Wailing, Digging chapped nails into the roots of my face
Carving routes of escape
For the nawing hunger of my soul's impatience
Mind wonders nomadic through a labyrinth of thoughts for days
Back and forth. Wallowing among the walls of an ever changing maze

The future holds no tangible promises or guarantees
And There-in lies the motive for a criminal of insanity

Hope you will have some answers for me.

Truely yours

Present me...