I go by my given initials...M.T.
some say cause of my head...EMPTY
do not we all start this way
and then fill it, day-by-day
but what goes in is up to us
some fill with love and light
some with hate and spite
some with only self
some with only wealth
some with dreams alone
some with things unknown
mine is now full of care and grace
and spills over from my small space
dripping words that end up here
to fill yours through eye or ear