Dear Future Self, Do you ever feel as if you are alone in a crowd, you and only you, standing amongst yourself?
Dear future me, Will my dreams drown in a lake, or climb high above the tops of trees?
Dear future, What you have may be great, or little, a journey, an adventure,
An experience, a life, It is why we make the sacrifice,
To stay among each other, and plan ahead, For the best part, might strike you as hard as Cupid’s arrowhead.