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A Mirage Of A Memory

Deja vu

A mirage of a memory

A not so distant history

A strange moment

Life is funny, isn’t it?

There’s an irony to it


I remember her from my past life

A dream in a dream in a dream

It seems

That these day dreams

Influence what I believe

And what I believe

Changes what I see

A memory of a memory of a memory 

Of the man I used to be


The day

Or time

Or season

Or place

Fades 

It shifts

It morphs

And blends together in the mind

Is today new?

Or is today deja vu?

Is it the same time and place

But just a different view?

Are you still even you?


She wasn’t even her

Just a doppelganger

Just a gut punch

Just a memory of a memory of a memory 

Just a dream from a past life 


Everything changes

Everything shifts

Everything repeats

The river runs swift

We never step into it

More than one time


We can never see the same person

Ever again

Because something within

Is pushing them

To change

And if we are living truly

We have changed too


Who are you?


Are you still the you that I knew?


I see . . . 


CH 11/3/25

 
 
 

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