Deja Vu
Something like the ripple of a memory
Bouncing of the walls of the city
Something like a dream you know u never had
Something like the sound of a turning face
A feeling in the limbs of a foreign place
Not of arrival but of coming back
An open window across time
Another dimension of the very same life
Something of the nature of the neutron
A premonition we're unsure of
All the sensation that we take to be real
As though a moment was plagiarized
But we only perceive it from inside
Seek to understand what it conceals
An open window across time
Another dimension of the very same life
Deja vu
An open window across time
Another dimension of the very same life
An open window across time
Another dimension of the very same life
Deja Vu
Autor(es): Ian Daniel Kehoe