Dream or a sign?
Would you be willing to meet the younger you?"
asked a man with a glare enthralling and eyes blue.
Said, can make my past choices wiser,
sounded like the most sagacious advisor.
Was not an opportunity that could be missed,
could forgo all to give my younger self a bit of assist.
Thence, appeared in front of the 19-year-old me,
was astounding to see the little girl happy and free.
She wasn't startled at who I was but at how I looked,
was the sad and gloomy aura that had her shook.
She could see the pain in my eyes,
the pain of telling myself all those lies.
That how happy I was, doing my job,
that I never wanted to be at the top.
How living every day does not hurt to the core,
how it's very easy to get some sleep before 4:00.
How seeing my wasted potential, heart doesn't sink, how it's never tempting to get high and drink.
In that pin drop silence, no words exchanged.
Little girl just kept staring, all contained.
No explaining no hearing, just eyes spoke.
The fear became very real, no joke.
She very much understood what not to do,
that woman was nowhere near the plan she drew.
Sigh of relief after grasping, it was just a dream.
Maybe not, but too scared to find out it seems.
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