Rite to Know

A half-remembered reality of something that was before
Haunts me with shadowed fragments locked behind Time's door.
A misted, dim reflection in memory's cracked mirror face
Taunts me by almost showing that distant, different place.
Bound by chords of concrete, that silken, silver thread
Ties me to the stake of now and holds me in my head
A prisoner of the present, seeking, searching for the key,
To open the door and step beyond to a changed, alternative me.