• Deja Vu

    Rendezvous with tomorrow, for today is just a shallow wash up of yesterdays forte. The past brings you back to lament in shadows of faded heroics and delusions of joy from a time gone by.

    Whistling a song from a time gone long, not quite familiar, yet not a mystery. The puzzles of time break your mind as you rack yourself with pain trying to carve a new path.

    When all is said and done, you are only having fun, but as hard as you reach for the back of the mind when you finally discover what has laced and lined, the old facade, the lazy stealth, I realize...am I just repeating myself?