.-.

[emptys]

at times i have had gifts for you,
some to touch, some to see.

my gift to you here is
a poem.

i believe, but dont really know,
whether what i have writ, has been
in your hands
but think you've read what i
can write.

i have heard that you have already
choosen your path, and wonder
how. i have little wisdom to give,
since my own choices would seem so
odd.

but i hope as you choose, you do not
narrow based on fears of outcomes.
i hope instead that you showered the world
with your hopes, and from that reaped what
you would like.