Inherited Memory

I recognize a door I’ve never opened A narrow street I’ve never walked before A sudden chill that whispers through the hallway Like someone left a shadow at the door I hold a key to rooms I didn't build Carrying a story that was already filled Where do these quiet pictures come from? Pictures of places I have never been A ghost of a feeling waking up inside Where does my life end and this begin? Inherited memory Living in the quiet dark Inherited memory A spark before the spark An endless line Threaded through the vein Carrying a reflection Without knowing the name I know the sound of rain against a roof I never slept beneath in my own time I know the weight of a heavy secret That never belonged to a life of mine Where do these quiet pictures come from? Pictures of places I have never been A ghost of a feeling waking up inside Where does my life end and this begin? Inherited memory Living in the quiet dark Inherited memory A spark before the spark An endless line Threaded through the vein Carrying a reflection Without knowing the name Not my own hands That learned how to hold the ground Not my own feet That knew how to turn around Just an old path Reaching through the skin Showing me where The story used to begin Inherited memory Living in the quiet dark Inherited memory A spark before the spark An endless line Threaded through the vein Carrying a reflection Without knowing the name Older than my voice Deeper than my name