I always wonder about my many déjà vu
About my prophecies
And about the things I know
Without having to reason them,
I just know them,
They were blueprinted in me…
Do you think…?
Is there any previous life?
Then why was all my past erased
When I popped again in a body
All, but these meaningful little things
I still seem to remember?
Maybe I chose to come,
They say we choose
Our next life, our necessary experience,
If so, maybe I bookmarked my way
With some déjà vu, some foresees,
And some other things,
To help me find my way back.