Deja Vu
Time is the the fourth dimension.
Placing things where they ought to be.
To state 'I am', may be true of false.
You see there was a time when 'I wasn't'.
Mostly we think and talk in the now.
What is real in our lifetime.
However this brief period is miniscule.
It took millions of years to get around to me.
Very loosely translated, Déjà vu causes a familiar feeling
One of "I have been here before"
Has there been a time for me, before this one?
Its not just places that spark Déjà vu.
The first time as a youngster that I saddled and bridled a horse,
I did it perfectly and knew I had done it many times before.
At 12 years old, and never having owed a horse before it was impossible.
But still I knew it was true.
Another time? Another place? Another me ?
The place had to exist as places don't just disappear.
Somewhere on earth the place I saddled a horse existed.
Another me? Is that possible? No, I know it was me saddling that horse,
If it were someone else, I would have no first hand knowledge of it.
Then its time. Time is the culprit.
Thus I proved without a doubt, by process of elimination.
Time is the illusion.
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Contest Name Deja vu
2nd March 2023
Copyright © Merv Hold | Year Posted 2023
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