Wallyroo in Déjà vu

 
I pause for a second thinking it’s about to happen
It feels like I have been in this place before
I look around as my thoughts begin to slacken
Trying to retrieve something from the memory core

But it doesn’t take place, the verb just withdraws
As if by making myself aware of it I made it disappear
Then I run through endless recollections and flaws
Trying to will it into existence until I see it very clear

Was it a dream, a fantasy, a conversation once had?
Then I make a mad dash through the chambers of my mind
Was it some ghostly echo trying to make me sad?
Or is my imagination picking up the wrong kinds of signs

Like a fractured remembrance that comes up for air
It mixes with a similar reality creating a false queue
In phantasmic nostalgic sentiment I’m left more aware
That old Wallyroo has danced into a trance of déjà vu