Vanished from my heart I find
a loss of all that connects me with my mind:
my youth, the creator of what I am now
and humbly, there is a great and glorious vow
not to lose that creator;

but the quandary then arises,
the more that youthful creator is creating
the more detached this creation — me — becomes.
and humbly the creation holds on and protects,
not to lose the creator.

I have memories of that creator,
A world as he to it at that time had related
memories that define me and allow
this to honour that long lost vow
not to lose this creator – me.

alas, funnily, I find a new debacle,
I am what he said he said he’d make me
Then he wanted eagerly to know
the wisdom he’d created
would not lose me–his creator.