Soliloquy

The sounds of others are other people's sounds 

They sound the same in some ways 

but foreign to my ears when from another source 

I hear them spoken back 

somehow my words confuse my ears 

but say it’s me 

So strange to be told anything by yourself 

I can only tell my future self what I want to do 

in my future self whisper and back through time attempt (I will not say futilely because who knows what traveling physicists may someday accomplish?) 

Perhaps I’ll send my voice back to myself 

to change the things I would say 

next time around 

I’ll start with a warning 

and when that changes everything I’ll tell myself to celebrate 

and also remember to donate to the time traveling crowd