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What prison holds memories

That I cannot recall?

I hear them knocking

At the door of unconscious

Dreams.

Where would they lead me?

Toward my regrets or love?

They continue rapping

Softly.

Do I believe in afterlife,

Reincarnation, regression?

Perhaps that is where

They are hiding,

Waiting.

If only the breath of life

Would spring forth a key

To unlock that door, I could

See.

Alas, pondering is useless,

Or is it? Wondering is the same,

I give my self the freedom to

Sustain.