THE INHERITANCE

From the moment you are born

Your die is cast

Like a reincarnated product

From all your generations long passed.

Your map has been drawn

So you follow the path,

And on your journey, out of the blue,

You wonder whether your trip is true.

To have a vision of the past,

Making you wonder what you've grasped;

Visiting places familiar but new,

Of another time but of today's view.

For when you feel you have been there before;

Those inherited parts have opened past doors.

For your future is tied to your past

Just look at your ancestors ------ through the looking glass.