A Strange Feeling

I have never been to this place before,
yet I feel that I have, I’m absolutely sure.
The whole place seems so familiar to me,
how can that happen, it just cannot be.

That man over there has stood up and pointed,
the expression on his face, he’s so disappointed.
I’ve seen all this before it’s like a replayed scene,
but it’s impossible it could never have been.

That running three legged dog; well I’ve seen it before
and not in a Lowry painting, somewhere else I’m sure.
The position in which everyone’s standing here and now,
we’ve stood them before, but I don’t know how.

The tall man over there who was so agitated before
he’s going to cry and slump to the floor.
Even though I can say what people will do and when,
it’s only here and now, as it’s about to happen.

Would I consider dreaming as a possible explanation?
I suppose I would after some deliberation.
Is there another explanation? Well, I haven’t got a clue,
except of course for déjà vous.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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