A letter from Feb 22, 2025

Dear future self, It's me again The guy you buried way back when I see you gave into curiosity My life right now is going well I've time to spare as one can tell But you might just sense some trepidation too No-one knows where they really want to go Why we always stay inside and now it snows But I bet you miss it all so Do cars ever fly? Have you travelled time? Or is it just the same old thing for you and I? I used to be fine because you Always seemed so far away But now I feel our paths getting closer each day You'll find enclosed a passport photograph The headlines and a railcard It's funny how physical us humans are Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh But I heard all the years'll leave you hurt Everyone you love disappears and nothing works Please don't say you hate the world I hope that I won't Do cars ever fly? Have you travelled time? Or is it just the same old thing for you and I? I used to be fine because you Always seemed so far away But now I feel our paths getting closer each day It's rather strange