Familiar thought comes close to pass,
Mirrored in ways I cannot fathom,
Swallowed in time of days of past?
Distant echoes across the chasm.
Bewildered I halt and view in slow,
Beguiled into dream, held in its grasp,
Surreal I recall forth events in flow,
That quickly vanish and evade my clasp.
Natural flow of life in play,
Frozen briefly if for a second,
As if in memory of yesterday,
Thoughts provoke, imagery beckoned.
Has my fate been played out before?
Have I seen this path in my stride?
For now, cast away to my minds allure,
I seek to pursue with nowhere to hide.