Déja Vu
One evening when you chance to find
The curtain drawn across your mind
A scene repeat in some disguise
Plays out and leaves you none the wise
Protecting what from what you ask
To steal away behind a mask
Or seal perhaps a sacred sign
From all the shadows running blind
Who search with questions why and wait
Off streets that guard the city gate
For leave to pass where chaos reigns
His changing agents pleasure pain
You watch as if an old revue
And sense a certain déja vu.
The illusion of rembering, perhaps ?
But then maybe not!
The Photograph was taken in the west end of London 1985.
A long way from Jeddah. Greetings Tom.
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