Listen, future child unborn
Not imagined in the womb,
Read these words of yesterday
As if I were in the room;
For ingrained in every passion
That you hold or dislikes accrue,
I am silently guiding your path
In everything that you do;
I did not invent this route
From the cloth I have been torn,
For I too am carrying the torch
I am the past reborn;
For death alone could not part us
My seed was cast anew,
And although you do not know it,
I am still a part of you.