Deja Vu

How many times have I died before?

Yet I keep on living.

Just to replay the mistakes of my past,

over and over in endless time.

 

My souls circle around and around the sun,

we are infinite in possibilities,

yet stagnant in one.

 

How many times have I written this before?

Seen your face,

fallen to the floor?

 

What lesson can be learned,

when a lesson can’t be heard?

Time is a mortal concept,

held within an immortal world.

 

There was no beginning,

there is no end,

there are no words to change this,

it will happen again.

 

Although we are both held captive here,

exploring every outcome,

crying every tear,

we’re together on this never ending path,

with no north and no south.

 

Yet still we can change our direction,

if we choose to with no wrath.

Feel no fear and we can continue,

for even on this endless path,

freedom is always within you.