Now is the most illusive of times
I might have just captured magic
But like the winds that freely
Sieves through my palm, fingers wide
Before grip, I hold it as empty
To have just missed the moment
The magic, the awakening
A paradigm of paths
On cross roads eastbound
Awaiting for forever and ever
We are not descendants
of old souls, buried and gone
No, not that as the paths laid
We are old souls reincarnated
Taking traits of our old beings
Our looks, our characters
Our emotions on repeated play
You remind me of your grandfather
You are so much like your grandmother
Looking just like your aunt, uncle Peter
Now is the most illusive of times
Magic moments that are rear to witness
But somehow we get the opportunity
All over again, a face time with now
To witness the magic it holds
Should my soul remember
We have been here before
Like deja vu, all over again, like deja vu
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