A Letter From the Past

Dear me, it’s me again; I doubt you’ll remember
(My memory’s like fire burned down to rare embers)
But we spoke twenty-eight years ago,
A future to past information flow.

I Come From Da Future (And We Don’t Have Flying Cars)

Dear me, yes it’s me, yes you know who I am,
So listen up close, don’t say zip, shut your clam–
The future is coming and it’s coming fast,
But here’s a few tips for myself in the past: