If you pay attention,
If you look really close.
Every now and then,
From the corner of your eye,
A fleeting glimpse of something,
Passes by.
That Deja Vu,
Of a person, place, or thing,
Or perhaps a feeling you once knew,
Quickly it flickers, burns, and flashes far from view.
As fast as it came, it slips out of sight.
Was it a place once before you've been?
Was it something you felt under your skin?
Was it a part of something you lost long ago?
That place,
That thing,
That person,
Was You.
If you look really close.
Every now and then,
From the corner of your eye,
A fleeting glimpse of something,
Passes by.
That Deja Vu,
Of a person, place, or thing,
Or perhaps a feeling you once knew,
Quickly it flickers, burns, and flashes far from view.
As fast as it came, it slips out of sight.
Was it a place once before you've been?
Was it something you felt under your skin?
Was it a part of something you lost long ago?
That place,
That thing,
That person,
Was You.
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