Deja Vu . . .

I drove through . . .

I drove through my memory lane . . .

Without any warning . . . Nor any time for mourning . . .

Spinning Brains . . .

With wicked Drains . . .

Too much for me to face it straight . . .

the pitch black lights . . .

Memory spoke . . .

Memory spoke . . . In bitter words . . .

I am going to make it . . .

But I just can’t face it straight . . .

Deja Vu . . .

I have seen it all . . .

I’d driven through that lane before . . .

It all looked the same, the pitch black lights . . .

To rich furred preys . . .

Few more miles left in me . . .

I shifted gears . . .

I shifted gears . . .

But they all fell in reverse . . .

No time for recluse . . . when in reverse . . .

And it all started to blur . . .

But I couldn't choose to ignore . . .

Memory spoke . . .

Memory spoke . . . In bitter words . . .

I was in reverse . . . Deja Vu . . .

I am not hiding . . .

But I have seen it all . . .

Still too much . . .

It’s too much now . . .

The pitch black lights . . .

Rich furred preys  . . .

I shifted gears . . .

I shifted gears . . .  For few more miles . . . !!!