Memories of the past keep coming through

Every minute, every second... Or simply all of

Our lives which we can only recall in our

Subconscious and other things

Beyond.

As if a string is now connected

To the inexplicable link between events

We can't see nor hear nor touch-

Yet we know it's here, somewhere between

Us

People live and people die

Sometimes so obscure is the future of our being

That we feel so tightened up

That we cannot breathe

Merely because of a force which pulls us down

With its many holes and loops that only the wisest can see

Some way or another, it wins most -

The mightiness of the Unknown!