Dear future self,
Though I doubt you'll find this note
I had nothing else to do
And that is why I wrote
This letter will be lost to you
But perhaps by some slim chance
You'll be rifling through your things
And upon this note you'll glance
Should you open it
And read the words inside
Will you remember what it was like
When you struggled hard to hide?
Of course things will have changed by then
At least, I do hope that they do
Because the only thing to cower from
Was me, myself, and you
The outside world was frightening
And life spun by like in a haze
And you waited it out inside your house
But surely all of that was just a faze
It was, wasn't it?
But correct me if I'm wrong
Coming out ahead was hard
And it took you twice as long
Yet here you stand and read
Still alive and all intact
But don't bother write me how you are
For I cannot write you back!