Guess
Memories of people he never knew
Of exotic and faraway places
Visions of dreams all come true
Of beautiful and golden faces
Memories of a life he had never lived
All of them seeming so real
As real as the moon in the night's sky
As true as the Clow Book's seal
Memories of creations he never made
Though they stand before him
Grasping for an idea of who he is
For had caused their minds to dim
Memories of tiresome toiling and sweating
Over things that are no longer his
Of Clow Cards, staffs, and powerful wands
Three tries to guess who he is