Being

Either doing or nothing
assailed adolescent ear
heated tongue of judgement
fanned a flame of fear,
gone the day of doting
for the infant simply being
time draw a hand of circumstance
to life robust, bereft, unclean,
though grow aesthetic matter
expand this flesh and bone
illuminous soul doth remain
though shallow grow the tone,
condensed to that of instrument
so sway our mortal form
defined by earthly output
to the empty word of warm,
sustenance in hollow
replenish and repeat
confined to hidden primal
though euphonoy the beat,
yet time it doth reveal
to those who care to see
seek solace from within
and just simply be.