To Déjà vu
You see I have dwelt in the same story, Over and again, I know how it all begins, And how it would end. With a different set of characters, With a different flavour of pain. What you say has been said before, Just from a different mouth, What you do has been done before, Just in a different way throughout. I keep running into you, Over and again, You masked with a new face, In a new lane. And the story shamelessly, Kicks off from the start, With those same sense organs, Playing their part.