Dear future me,
I am he you used to be
More intro will be useless, you already know me
The wheels of days here turn slowly
I’m writing this letter tethered to a quest
I’m still on treetops, in solitude in my warm nest
Over here, true love is like ice water in hell
It doesn’t make sense like a wooden bell
I wish you could tell me about yourself
Do you work in NNPC, shell, Agip or Elf?
Even in my dreams, I’ve known your scent
I’m glad that you represent me 100%
How is the soil that mothers your seed?
She is one of my counts on my prayer bead
Please teach me how to iron out my creases and flaws
Teach me how to escape life’s fangs and claws
I’m a gymnast in the dilemmas of everyday
Active in the cloud of things, and today
I stand on the balcony of time with shades
To see you, yesterdays seed now sprouting blades
I need a map to navigate through the labyrinth
Of my heart, mind and soul…

Yours truly

Present me.

Me likey.