grown from the amazements of tender years
playing sandbox barefoot innocence to
physiques capable of reproducing
desires changed along that course
we grew in stature
sometimes remorse
all along that fruitful way
the one thing that remains is you
that five year old full
of mysteries and thrills
of new senses touches sights
that seem to get harder to find
as the years go on unwinding
from our given spool
it seems comes
a movie forseen
when you look back
into that myst you once were
not knowing
exactly when
it was you changed
grew into today
had the senses to look back
sitting now alone
in your editing room