30 March 2014

Dear Future Self,

I hope all is well.
Everything is fine on my end,
I suppose you already know that.

Well, maybe not.
Maybe you’ve forgotten,
Maybe it’s changed your thought.

Memory’s like mist,
It clouds and blinds
Twists if we insist.

Well, I am well.
Today is a good day
Tumultuous in a good way

I walked,
Like all of us,
Because I have no choice.

Between the timeless mountain and sea
The dusty road bends and sneaks
Beyond that curve I cannot see

A destination?
I can guess, but I can’t know.
Yet I walk.

For you,
Until you,
who can walk no more.

Tomorrow I will be gone.
Swallowed like yesterday’s meal,
Evaporated like childhood’s laugh.

And you,
You will stand bewildered
at the end of the road.

Waned will be the flower of youth
Wandered will be the road
Written will be the story

With tired old eyes
That strain behind, but see
Nothing but a dream there lies.

A dusty road curving in your wake,
Ghostly footsteps traced
An unknown journey for your sake.

I am scared sometimes.
The path winds.
And I, I will never know why.

Maybe you will..?
Maybe you won’t
On the last day still?

As scared and lost
As any of us
As all of us

In the middle I stepped.
I walked
Best as I could as my Sun set.

When I end this day,
Awakening will not be I
I cannot stay.

A new you,
A new me,
A new us dies and is born everyday.

He began,
We walked,
And you finished

I die,
and I don’t know why
But the walk is nice, the walk is nice

Know thee future me
Take this word from I
That today I am happy.

Today I am swell
On my only day
I walked well

I sow and perish
So that you may
One day this page cherish

Long after my demise
With trembling hands,
And misting eyes

Know these words:
I don’t know why,
Why we walk.

But this road is beautiful
And these times are wonderful
What sets on us will rise on you.

I hope that you won’t mind
Where our feet have taken you
We tried our best, in our own ways.

I am sad that I will never know
The other side of that mountain
Or why, oh why we walk

The answer will come from you,
All of you to come
To justify why we die

May it be beautiful,
May it be worth it
May we not perish in vain

For tonight I die,
And vanish like the dream
The illusion of our lives

This night you die
With your eyes upon the page
Clutching for another age.

I will never write you again.
But find warmth, friend
That I go happy

That this road is pretty (you should have seen it!)
And I hope you remember
Me on this journey

When you have arrived
That we have laughed
That we have cried

And we all, for you, have died.