They call it an intrinsical and extrinsical feeling of a time traveller shaped by a thousand clocks hanging idly on the walls of destiny.
I am waiting for the fortune tellers and the time machines to predict the unknown future.
Maybe this time l can stay forevermore.
Only what l know is l keep coming back to you, dejavu.
Maybe this time l can stay.
I have been here before. I will back for more.
Even a million times l willl always come to you...
A million times l would die or live as long as you are mine.
I am in love with you, dejavu.
I call it the dejavu, but l am just counting the shining stars alone.
Ouija boards hold the mysticism.. In sophistry, Yet, Dejavu l will always come back.
©siyakha
S