Dear future me, I’m writing in the quiet Between who I am and who I’m still becoming The world keeps turning, faster than I planned And I’m just trying hard to understand Do we still dream the way we used to do? Or did life reshape what we thought was true? Are we still searching, or finally home? Or learning how to stand alone? Did the hard days leave a mark on our soul? Or turn into stories we gently hold? Tell me, future me — did we make it through? Did we become someone we’re proud to? Are we still strong when the night feels long? Or did we learn where we belong? Tell me, future me — when you hear this song… Did we get it right, or get it wrong? Can we still move, can we still explore? Or does time close down a few more doors? Who’s still there when the silence speaks? Do we still laugh like we did last week? Do I see wisdom in those before? And understand what the young fight for? Or am I caught between then and now Still asking why, still asking how? Did we find peace in letting go? Or carry things we’ll never show? Tell me, future me — did we make it through? Did we become someone we’re proud to? Are we still strong when the night feels long? Or did we learn where we belong? Tell me, future me — when you hear this song… Did we get it right, or get it wrong? I hope you’re healthy, I hope you breathe With people you love surrounding you in peace I hope you see, through every scar How strong and beautiful you are Dear future me… if you’re listening now… Be grateful somehow.
