The first words form across the page.
Sage advice on a winding trail, coming of age.
Listening to his heart, worn apart by trials old and true.
Knowing wisdom falls from life rending experiences.
Still, little fills this page, regardless advice of a life sage.
What letters will form these words of understanding?
Why will they coalesce into sentences of reasonable discourse.
Staring at simple strokes of thoughts appearing between white spaces.
Shared, with readers who dared to peer into this writers mind.
Here find hopes, hopelessness, joy and causality.
As these words form for you and me.