I am writing you this letter.
Please read it, I’m only trying to make things better.
I remember when life was in disarray,
I felt so much like I was going astray.
This wasn’t one time, but many
First, I was nine foot tall and bullet proof, all before I was
twenty
The idea came, all I needed to do, was stay in the truck,
A toss and a turn, bump and burn, I’m alive by pure luck.
Then there were all of those close calls
Like frayed wires, machines, floods, and a few falls
These challenges you will soon know,
Trust me on this, they will make you grow!
Then there were the cities you lived in.
At first you’ll love them, but wait until things start to
begin
You’ll soon see it’s not the cities but the people you’re
around,
Most will help you out, however a few will just want to keep
you down.
Hang in there though, I know you’ll question everything
You’ll learn quickly that what seems the most important
won’t mean anything
The best advise you’ll get will be from those who you care
about most
Don’t worry about jobs or places, money or cars, these
things will just make you boast
There will become a time when you’ll live and feel like a
king
With no more of a worry than the birds you watch and listen
to sing
There will become a time when you’re at rest and peace
With not a care, and all you’ll see is more and more
increase
When all seems perfect, you’ll then wake and see humanity
You’ll realize that they have always seen you, then starts
the sanity
The overabundance of altruistic benevolence will become
apparent,
And the recognition that we need one another as vitally as a
child needs each parent.
I have to leave you by saying that Love will always prevail,
You don’t know this yet, but it will soon carry you through
hell.
It’s 2001 and I’m turning 16, ten years ago I’m writing you,
I’m writing myself
I know you’ll never read this, but one day soon you’ll be
writing it yourself.
Faith in humanity will always seem bleak
However the reality it is us who depend on the meek
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