Déjà Vu Poem by William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.

Have I been here before or is it just my imagination
Seems so real, this feeling of the familiar but cannot be.
There is no rhyme or reason for this to occur
For it is not even related to what is going on.

Trying to understand the state of this before me
I persist in an attempt to comprehend how
This is so real but yet has no connection
To the past or present of anything I have experienced.

So compelling in its reality that I have seen or been here before.
Skepticism pervades my belief system as I guard my sanity.
Time passes, I must realize I have been touched by the mystical
Or lived through a mystery of life …. a Déjà vu