A year in a life
Dear past me, it's future me,
or dear future me, it's past me.
I uphold that despite the untold
striving, pushups, workouts,
No.
Intelligence is strength.
You gain more by being open than by closed.
You want strength, read a book.
You want life, take a look.
It's all there.
Nervous.
I know against people you are wary,
but interactions can vary
So Just being you, or being me, as I am,
in a land of tied hands and fried glances.
Just know where you'r stance is
and live to take chances.
This poem is about:
Me