A living Deja Vu

a record broken
3 months
a broken record
30 years
a mirror image of the past
My very own specter mirage
Casts ghostly shadows
I am that which you want only late
Later, a cursed trail of similar narratives
When temporality shifts
And all is out of sync
For me, not you.
Why must I outlive the irony?
Why must I live to see the humor of emotions, not so humorous?
This is torture for those, who like me, live in the moment.
a dedicated disjuncture
a living deja vu, dejalo....