In the beginning was the word -- the word --
but these days I do not remember which.
It may have been forgotten when I heard
the second word so fresh so new so rich.

The early years were filled with thoughts -- with thoughts --
but these days I do not recall the awe.
They may have been replaced with other oughts --
my younger eyes my true self never saw.

No guilty pleasures plagued the growing me
for I refused to stand beside the judgment plumb.
Inside my skin insistent was the plea
no more to come and play but play and come.
And even as my flesh ungrows to be
less strong my mind still hears the distant drum.