Dear old self
How come you allowed yourself to be put below the shelf
How come you let your tall dreams become an elf
How could you do that to yourself?
Getting it was your motto
But the new you lost all your mojo
I'm looking at your old photo
And frankly, this new me is driving me loco
The old me had a big dream
That one day it'd hit the big screen
That in this game called life, it'd win
And it wouldn't just shine, It'd beam
What happened to you old fella?
Once so tough but now like molten cheddar
What happened to the dream of being a bestseller
Now your dreams are scattered, headed nowhere in particular
How could you have been truncated
By an ailment that you could have outrightly defeated
Why weren't you guarded
You should have known that these things should be expected
Dark days may come like eclipses
And sentences full of ellipses
The new you may have grown out of your psychosis
But you can call back your old self with regular practices
