Struck like a truck from this deja vu
No clue how this feelin don’t seem new
Too often I’m caught in this wave of familiarity
Thinkin we don’t exist on a plane of singularity
Like, history repeats
Like, I’ve already watched myself in the seats
It seems what will happen has happened
A loop of a cycle that’s vital to our status
I wonder, is there a way to break it?
Or are we fated to be stuck in this matrix?
Another question chalked up to mystery
My wonders caught on slope so slippery