I’ve often had a tickle in my mind
A mem’ry that I cannot ever place
And day to day I never can quite find
The way to get to it through time and space

It is a memory both mine and not
One lived by someone else, who is yet me
Someone behind the veil of time, whose lot
Is ever close and yet so hard to see

I know it in the instincts of my heart
I know it in recesses of my soul
I know it full though know not ev’ry part
Not details, but one true and solemn whole

It is behind that veil that I sense truth
Some wisdom learnéd back in my soul’s youth