For the future old me
I'm imagining if I'm already you?
Did I already made something worth it?
Will I love you as me?
Will I accept you?
What if I'm already you?
Will I be happy as you?
Will I regret being you?
That time,
My hair slowly turns white,
as it blurs my sight.
Will I have reasons to smile,
as my teeth broke that time.
Will someone touch me and hug,
if my skin's already rough.
Will someone hold me as we walk,
if my knees can't walk long.
Will someone stay with me,
If I can't remember already.
Will someone reminds me to be happy,
If I can't hear it seriously.
Will someone tells me they love me,
if even 'I' could not tell it straightly.
And will I have someone to comfort me,
If I think all the things and I'll broke down and cry.
For the future old me,
I'm sorry if I'll regret you,
but always remember that I love you.
For the future old me,
I hope that you'll have someone to be with you.
