What Flows Out When You Write Without Thought

What flows through an open door The energy that turns corners Meets you head on The all time mysteries of those that have been in this life and the ones before it Intermingling with changing roles Essence that lingers with recognition but not memory The guides, the mistakes, the mothers, fathers and children meeting life after life or the untapped memory of a piece of advice that would change everything Knowing the people to love, those to avoid, as all is played out for eternity There are those that remember that there's something we've forgotten, that sound on the breeze, the air pressure changes, the reminiscence of a step in time that taunts us of the memory we can't conjure that unlocks everything Torment or intuition, the lucky few who live in the in-between of now and the forever time of untapped knowledge To switch on and switch off that pointless exercise, no answers are in this realm It's flowing past and forward and we're all part of it Believed impossible to grasp and the enlightened impossible to believe to contribute to the cycle of wasted time It doesn't matter what lane you are in, or whether you glide or struggle The game begins again, with the same players Perhaps we just pray to be wiped clean for the next run