Here's the text of the poem from the Continuum video (http://www.hitrecord.org/records/424631) in case it is of use!

In the beginning one becomes two

Entwined for nine then suddenly set free

Gasping into life, grasping fingers with fists

Your tiny wrists weak

You cry out at the blurry inconsistent vastness of this new womb

We all seem to be born too soon

Before too long you’re on all fours

And in one year you’re on two feet

Incomplete but growing at a wild pace

Occupying more of that vast space you’re still unsure of

Your face contorts then into teenhood

Numbers making little sense except in opposition

Your position changes, you take shape

And painfully you form a fuller you

Least you’re supposed to.

19 turns to twenty and there’s plenty that you know now

More still that you think you do

The things that you hold true, it seems,

Are sometimes phases that you’re going through

And more phases come and go with years

Until deviations dip and you become the median

Your whims unhinged, your bolder schemes wiped clean

Two up two down and 9-5 then 2.3 and a semi-d

No shame in that,

 a shame you didn’t see it sooner

But before you know it, you’re much older

On the outside anyway it shows

Wrinkled head to toes and not as able as you once were

If only you had all this knowledge then

In the way back when

You do your best to pass your findings on

In a letter, in a song, in a long embrace with feeling

But deep down you know that meaning comes with time

And only time spent really living at that

So we all must walk our own path

Long or short depending how you look at it

Unending if you see it from afar

I see now that we are

A pattern

Like all others

Children and mothers

Children and mothers