Footprints

Déjà vu

You've already seen this

It's not me, them, or you

It's your imagination at work

It's déjà vu

A hill, a mountain

A tree or a flower

You know this sun,

This April shower

All over again

Thinking you've done that or this

It's a painful washer cycle

And it's made up, a miss

Sinking into a pit,

Was that really a dream, you see?

Or a series of broken pieces

From an unknown memory?

You're always told it's never happened

But how do they know it's not true?

How do they know at all

If it's your case of déjà vu?