Dear 1986 Self,
I was once told I had a bright future,
But I never bought the shades
or learned to read the map,
so losing my way has been the least of my worries.
Though your effort noble,
the dissipation of faith
in (of all things) humanity renders
it useless. Hope abandoned me, and I am left to face the wolves alone. A fitting end to modern
struggles. May you find solace
in my status as a lost cause,
keeping guilt at bay
and your purpose true.

Love,
Me