In youth my heart was full of ghosts.
The living space inside of me
was filled with dreams and idle boasts,
what I could do, who I would be.
Now reservoirs of love I've found
and wells of hope have learned to spring.
My bold pronouncements, once profound,
now suddenly don't mean a thing.
I harvest thoughts to fashion rhyme
as old emothions drown in new.
A weary traveller in time,
I'm yet astounded by the view.
An empty vessel at the start,
it's filled with life... this human heart.
