It’s always the question

and always rephrased

as we begin any action

and we beget a new phase.

Once stirred from inaction

– we start here, today! –

first steps finds companions

who steer us our way.

As firsts leads to seconds

third’s but a hopskip away

fourth fifth sixth ands seventh

emerge from our haze.

O how we flow free and easy

laugh now, be gay!

go up down or breezy

we’ll prance out our way.

And a way, and a way,

and away now we’ll soar

til most glorious soaring

comes to be a big bore.

But as our bore begins boring

this boring way through our skulls

there flickers before we

the freedom to