Many things I wish to tell you
Many I itch to expose you to
But you are not mature enough
Since the times are not yet right

So I hide my stories in my words
Cover my thoughts in my actions
And hope you will one day grow
To read the letters I write

I will it to you
Stored in time
Hidden clearly before your eyes
Waiting for your older self to sight

Actions speak louder than words
But my actions are wrapped in ambiguity
And my words leave prints on this shore
Hoping you don't follow one day with light