All the memories and events that happened in past lives
Before me, before I lived but they live on in dreams.
The lives that were lived by generations of my men –
Toiling, sweating, bleeding through hardship, pleasure and war.
And I too am living through events:
I am chased by and chasing emotions, all of them,
All happening and playing into a string
Of DNA passed on through the music of time,
Humming with memories of mine,
Like a string on a guitar. And as I sit here
Strumming on my guitar and humming and thinking
About my life and the next …