A Conversation With My Former Self Poem by Cole Sawyer

As I sat down in the confinements of a solitary room,
Staring out the window,
Seeking the wisdom on how to repent for my misdeeds
I saw a reflection of my former self
Brush a single tear away from his left eye

'No! ' Cried he, 'It's not supposed to be this way!
I have dreams, goals, none of which you have achieved;
In solitude you think,
In solitude you dream
But without out any action, you are a flawed tool! '
And there I sat, changed forever by a conversation with my former self.