Note To Self #1

This was written three years ago by my now 16 year old friend. I think that a world without poetry and art is a world nobody deserves to live in, enjoy.

Dedicated to my future self,
Do you ever take the time to think?

Do you ever start to wonder?

About the good old days,

When you were afraid of thunder.

The times you spent, all the moments you shared

How you were given attention, how you were loved, how people cared 

How you began to discover, that love was to please 

You never had to worry, everything was at ease 

Because being hurt only meant that bumps and bruises would cover your skin 

You never had to worry if you looked fat, normal, or thin

Words were never thrown like rocks, pushing you to be a fighter

To fight this competing life, just trying to knock it down 

And even when you try your best it never seems to get any brighter 

Beauty to you was when playgrounds were filled

Never was it the world telling you,

That you have a whole new life to build 

It meant the whole world to you, to see the look on your mother’s face 

You were looking for happiness, it wasn’t money you had to chase 

And when dawn goes down to day, you were hugged and embraced 

Joy was never trying to fit in, or that math test you aced 

It was being held by the hand, being told everything was okay

That nobody was going to leave you, that you’re loved ones are here to stay 

Just look at where you are now

Trying to rush to the finish line

It’s not negativity you’re brushing off
No, no, it’s love you’d decline

Please don’t tell me you don’t have time!

Who are you going to spend the rest of your life with?

Your books, or your career in this life ain’t worth a single dime 

It’s time to look at what really has value

The people you trust, the good ones who surround you

Don’t get me wrong cus I’m not talking about the ones you see on facebook

I’m talkin’ about reality, sitting together on your couch, looking through your old yearbook 

Cus you’re life doesn’t consist of mainly sitting on a desk 

Being humble just don’t work with being stressed

There’s nothing wrong with going out there and reliving it! 

There was a point in your life where everything was all good 

It wasn’t when you turned 18, or when you turned 21 

No my friend, it was your childhood 

So just pause for a minute, and be honest

Cus I bet you did think, and I bet you did wonder

About when you were content, about when you were younger