¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Future me? Who is she? Not my problem. Not today. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ I sip quick decisions like suspicious nutrition, Ambition collision? I call it intuition. I snack on a whim and I grin when I sin, If it sparkles and starts, I am diving right in. Bills in a pile? I file them in denial. Five-mile plan? I ran from the manual. Long-term lessons? I’m pressing “confession”: I live in a minute-by-minute obsession. Future me’s fuming, assuming I’m doomed and Consuming her savings on shoes I’m reviewing, But present me pleads, “Let me live how I lead!” While I speed through my needs with excessive indeed. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Later-lady’s shady, always trying to grade me, “Save it, behave it!” — she’s constantly naggy. But I’m snacky and happy and slightly dramatic, Gym membership? That’s theoretically athletic. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Present me, pleasant me, recklessly free, Never been friends with responsibility. Future me texts like “Girl, seriously?” I mute her politely — selectively. Spend it, send it, bend every rule, Cool little fool in a glittery duel. If tomorrow has sorrow, I’ll borrow some grace But today? I’m the queen of the present tense place. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ I flirt with dessert and I hurt my own curfew, Research? First I must personally “test” it. Investing? I’m guessing that stressing’s exhausting, So frosting and costing feel vastly less costly. I dance on the table, unstable but able, Disable the label of “financially fatal.” My calendar’s blank and I frankly don’t thank Any cranky anxiety clogging my tank. Future me’s writing a strongly worded letter: “Dear reckless queen, you could really do better.” I fold it, I scold it, I boldly withhold it Then spend what she saved and dramatically own it. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Practical, tactical, radically magical, Casual chaos is almost mathematical. If consequence knocks, I’ll put on some socks And hide from the clock while I binge-watch my thoughts. If karma’s a farmer who harvests regret, She hasn’t collected her payment just yet. I’ll deal with the feels when the future is real Right now I just live for the thrill of the deal. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Present me, messy me, dressed excessively, Blessed with a “yes” to impulsivity. Future me sighs in predictive despair, But she’ll get my leftovers, thoughts and a prayer. Trend it, end it, spending it free, Life is a “now,” not a “wait and see.” If someday I pay for today’s little spree, That’s future me’s job, not current me. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Future-me feud? I refuse the review, I reboot the “you” who accrues overdue dues. Sue me, subdue me, pursue me with planning I’m scanning for fun, not a savings account spanning. Prudent and prudent? I’d sooner be student Of spontaneous ruin than rigidly prudent. Budget it, fudge it, I nudge it and judge it As “later-lady’s ledger of logical luggage.” ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ Tick-tock thinker with a wrinkle and a woe, You predict my debt while I perfect my glow. If “later” berates her creator, I’ll cater A plate of “not now” to the grumpy debater. Serious, curious, furious forecast, Chasing my choices with charts unsurpassed But I whirl and I twirl in a personal present, Effervescent adolescent-adjacent. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸ So future me, sue future me, Do the due-diligence duty for free I’ll blissfully miss every risk that you list, While I twist in the mist of a “right-now” tryst. Present me, pleasant spree, endlessly “weee!” Free of the fee of “eventually.” If consequences commence with intensity That’s future me’s mess… Respectfully. ¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸
