At 30

Often times

I will write

A note

To who I will be

So I may remember 

Who I once was.

So, 

At 30

Will I watch myself old self

And wonder where it went wrong?

Will I look through time to when I was innocent

Or so I believe, 

Because now I do not feel innocent

But in 17 years

I will have gone through 

More

Than I can even imagine;

So no, 

I can not imagine myself at 30

I cannot see what will change me

Will my heart be ridden by cracks filled by glue:

Yes.

Yet I cannot know where 

Or how

I cannot predict

Life.

I cannot see the future

No crystal ball

Or looking glass can tell me

Who I will be 

At 30.

I know 

At 30,

So far away, it seems today,

I will look back

And wonder

But I cannot

Imagine those wonders

Until I am 30.