Letter To Myself

Hey it's you from your past, looking into the future.

How's it going I've been sittin in whirl wind of thoughts

Like how far will I go and how much will it cost,

Taken step by step but how long will it last before it is my last,

How we doin did we finally find security, did we ever find peace,
 almost living on the streets care to be relieved or is something I can never reach

I'm writing a letter to myself
And I just need to know
Where will I end up
Where will I go

Life is a mystery 
A world of wonder
Makes me really think
How much does it rain before thunders

When will the sun come out
When will the rainbow glow

I'm writing a letter to myself
Writing this to give you a little bit of help.
As a kid I wondered Where will I end up
& Why 
 I never felt like enough

A letter to wish you well
A love letter that lasts forever 
As time will tell. 
I'm writing you a letter
& I'm wishing you well

Life is crazy 
That we know
It's alright we'll find a way to grow

There's a future as I write this letter

I'm writing a letter to myself
And I just need to know
Where will I end up
Where will I go

Peace of mind
Lose track of time
As I

I'm writing a letter to myself
And I just need to know
Where will I end up
Where will I go

Thanks for holding on and never letting go
Sincerely your past.
As I write this letter to myself.
I might not know where I'll end up or where I will go but I know we'll make it through.
So I just want to say.
Thank you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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May 19, 2023 at 4:20 PM
If you 'believe' and have faith in yourself (and do not listen to the naysayers), I have no doubt you will go very far indeed. Sometimes it takes a storm to deconstruct and build things better, with stronger foundations to launch all your dreams. Even if your dreams are just a roof over your head, food in your belly, warmth, peace.
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