Deja'vu
As I sit and ponder what it means to exist.
A single thought revisits my two half’s.
Am I who I am?
When I look in the mirror is there another me looking thru a mirror behind my sight.
Are we all resolved on our journey?
Is the déjà vu I experienced about me in the mirror or a mirror of another me?
My daily decisions sends ripples thru time like a rock on the ponds surface.
Shall I do nothing, and then I would not be the catalyst of my personal paradox?
No, I cannot.
It is the love for you that gives me the commonality in every mirror.
Déjà vu is a lifeline that confirms
I am who I am
Everywhere.
poem by Tony Cox
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