A Letter To My Freshman Self

Dear Patrick

How's it going?

I know it's been a little while since I wrote you

And I know that you're oblivious to how much time has passed you

But I got a couple questions that I really need to ask you

Do you feel like Clark Kent yet, super in a booth

Like you past’s been part bent, so you maneuver it aloof

See a consumer with the truth is a difficult find

So I'm living on my biblical grind, and it's a heck of a time

If you wonder where the requiem hides

It's gonna pop out of the tombstones in the night sometimes

When that fight night jingle rings, off in the distance

If it's party admission then be the martyr who missed it

I'm fiend-ing for all the wisdom

A reason to start again with another version of you

Who's a little bit less dismissive

Thespian for the misses whose only purpose is rhyming and giving kisses

Timeless in intermissions, pilot for the white flag

The pacifist at heart who'd never passed a fist or fight back

I mean it's tight yeah, but who would disagree

Remember eighth grade? Remember Missing Me?

That was a beautiful track, and you made it blissfully

So I know there's advice that you'd prolly like to give to me

The future self, who knows how all the nooses felt

I remember every single time you'd Lose Yourself

But never give up, there's too much good to come see

You'll meet a beautiful girl, who knows what love means

So don't end up above me, and write all of those rhymes down

Cause it's about time that you started living life now

Cheer the fuck up, you beautiful loser

Sincerely signed, you from the future