The blood in me is Ancient Blood.

My same blood has coursed through the veins of another.

Every now & then, when I let my spirit free,

I h e a r t h a t b l o o d t a l k I n g t o m e.

It tells me of things so long ago,

That people these days would no longer know.

It shows me a place

Where people were one,

And I think to myself,

A m I r e a l l y f r e e?

And then I wake up,

And see where I live,

And try to let go of my spirit again. . .