Speaking to the future self that I don’t wish to become…
While you crave a faster car,
I’ll just learn to run as far,
You’ll acquire a huge TV,
While I’ll be out free, climbing trees.
You’ll horde your money, count it high,
I’ll numerate the stars at night,
Your corpse may swim in lot’s of cash,
But I’ll be rich for what I’ve had.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)