Deja Vu
Deja Vu.
Turns around with you.
Double vision turns to a single fiber.
Which grapples with you.
Deja Vu.
We count on this feeling.
Spin around like a speck of nothing.
Try to count again.
Deja Vu. Deja Vu.
Lasts as long as outer space.
Brings outer space into our view.
When we try to pick out the pinpricks.
Deja Vu
Splitting
Splattering
Poofing
Deja Vu.
And it was just me suddenly.
And my crystal ball.
I can try again if I want.
But I have to wait on it.
Deja Vu.
Was just psychosis after all.
I believe it for once.
And maybe next time too.
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