The memories flow even when you wish them not to,
They wrap themselves around you and awaken who you used to be.
Once opened they can't be contained
They seek you out and call you by past names.
Its in the blood, its in your genes.
You can try to escape them but its not within your means
The rhythum flows like a long forgotten dance
Entwining them with now you can't escape your past.
Eons come and eons go
Time isn't linear it just flows
Like a web you stay entwined with the same people time after time
Like celtic knotwork a perfect maze
Beginning without end we start another phase
Does destiny control us or do we make our own
Perhaps we choose to repeat the things that feel like home
We weave a pattern throughout the realms
We each create our own heaven or hell
So stop and listen softly to things that you once knew
We each walk through the realms holding pieces to renew
In this time and the next
The cycle will repeat
Sometimes we are but pawns in a tale told long ago
Until we change the pattern and alter a piece of our soul
