Deja Vu

I was certain I’d been there before;
it seemed as though I recall;
but the facts belay such thoughts;
for I had never been there at all.

Such a memory seemed to betray me;
I felt certain that it was all true;
and nothing on earth could dissuade me;
for my present had past in view.

How is it that such a past event
could be able to happen again?
Did I somehow give my consent;
that such past in the present remain?

Did I really live that past life before;
does it really make good sense?
Bad enough I must live it once more;
must I live it; again;  in past tense.

Is all of reality just a mirage;
do I really see what I see;
or, is reality more of a collage;
making all thoughts come to be?

The thought world is true reality;
and all has been here before;
all existence holds no finality;
we shall always see it once more.

So, we must never be dissapointed;
about losing a husband or wife;
all reality has been annointed;
you’ll see them again, your next life.