A chamber within a chamber
How many I don’t remember
So many chambers
so many secrets
they behold
for which no keys hold
they’re so old
that never open when told
‘who you are’
they ask
‘for whom we should unmask’
To which I reply
‘I’m you, why don’t you rely’
They question
‘Do you rely yourself?’
I stand there
speechless, questioning myself
‘Do I?’
Chambers remain close
safeguarding the secrets they hold
And, I, I ponder, wonder and grow old
answers, secrets remain untold.
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