Deja Vu
The turning wheels of time crush and rattle
life in the arena of strife fighting a constant battle,
I try to win rising from the dismal depth of ennui,
wonder if living is a wandering notion in time’s continuity.
I give my motivated avant-garde mind carte blanche
to make for me a metaphorical mask at least for once.
I wear it to act in the show of my life with elan,
and would secretly smile even after I am done.
I transcend the delusive time playing the part not new,
for I perform from familiarity under the spell of déjà vu.
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February 18, 2023
Contest : Deja Vu
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
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