Memory

In the end, even the memories are gone.

Without memory, you are nobody.

You have no idea what is going on.

You have no idea who you are.

No idea about anything.

Everything gone.

Totally lost.

Enamored by the scenes around.

Only confusion.

Totally caught up in the dream around you.

Not knowing anything.

Crying when in pain. But not knowing why is there pain.

Once some familiarity regarding the world is established. Some sort of model of the world is developed. Some routine set.

Then some time is left to wonder.

Wonder about the mystery of being.

But first, the model and routine must be established. 

Then wonder begins.

Wonder about the world.

And the deeper wonder about being.