The countdown begins
Refuse to bins
Throw the garbage away
And then second hand
Like grains of the sand
And the heart is trying to say
Heartbeat and second
Are in sync the boy reckoned
A purpose for every event
When time began
With a beat of his heart
And the motion to eternity sent
The world created with this vibration
It is sometimes well overlooked
For the rays of the sun
In his morning run
With the world this one is now hooked
Connected to all with umbilical cord
Which has never for once been severed
He is the Earth and the Sun and the Moon
A Nomad out in the desert
The air he breathes in and the blood in his veins
Constructions, a weak explanation
For they matter not in this house of delights
And they surely pose no limitation
Seduction of spirit is all there is here
And the mind is trying to bind you
With a backdrop for life
A flute and a fife
Look ahead and not what’s behind you
A heartbeat a second
“Come with me!” the boy beckoned
What more evidence do you require?
I will carry your burden and ease your pain
Let me be your formidable squire
Where we go from here
In your hands it will be
As it has been right from the start
The hours and seconds will continue to pass
With the beating of your loving heart