Deja Vu

You feel a strange prickling on the back of your neck

as if your being watched by something

an omnipotent being, or perhaps you own soul

detached from your body, surveying the scene.

Nausea sweeps over you, a full gurgling pain

festering in you stomach, reaching a boiling point

your anxiety mounting, everything coated with a thick grey paint

the people slipping past you

seem like shadows, engulfing you, eating up light

not quite real.

You can’t tell if your dreaming

or if reliving an old experience

a dug up memory

like a movie you’ve seen many times

but the plot details are hazy

and the characters names are forgotten.

Just a general feeling, a squeamish tone

can’t put your feeling on it

keeps sliding off

nothings concrete

immobile, can’t think or feel

static life on pause, reating the same events

on a continuous loop, someone hit the play button

but there's too many diverging plotlines and possibilities

you remain rooted, waiting for an answer, or a prophetic dream

to help get a derailed train back on track,

conforming to the schedule of reality

written by no one but yourself.