WE ARE RECYCLED

Why that feeling of presence

Unexplainable atmosphere of mood

Feeling a sense of mental lost

To that immediate situation

What's wrong with me?

Why having this Feeling?

Have I been here before?

How? When? Why? 

Life is in cycles I presume

We regenerate and mould into a new being

Dejavu reiterate what was left of our former

Trying hard to comprehend but all to no avail 

In cycles like being recycled 

Reincarnates but starts afresh

A whole new being moulded into existence

But implanted with a little past memory 

We are in cycles, we are recycled you'll see

Going round and round in rebrands

But memories fades once you breath your last

Only to open your eyes as a new creature in rebrand

@talk2leigh

21 Oct 20

3:09pm