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