Future Me


I stand at a crossroads

Who am I?

Who do I wish I was?

Who do I want to become?


In three weeks

Four days

Five hours 

And six minutes


I will be in college

And that’s overwhelming


I will decide 


What I want to do

What I want to be



I am staring 

At a thousand future “me”s

And I have to choose

Which one will be



But I am only nineteen

I have a lifetime of learning

And living

And changing

Before me


So does it even matter

Who I choose

As future me?

Because future me

Hasn’t done a damn thing

For me


If I’ve never mourned

Who I used to be

Will future me

Ever weep

For me?

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