A song to me

I wish I knew tomorrow,

        I wish I could foresee;

A peek into the future,

        To know how things would be.

If I had my wish granted,

        I would want to see me,

The ‘me I would turn into

         In ‘morrows yet to be.

I’d ask about the rights,

       And the wrongs I did to me;

I’d ask about the person,

          I rather should have been.

I’ll promise to myself then,

         To ‘right’ all the wrongs;

To talk back to myself one day,

        To write the future’s song.