PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007
These dialogues of the soul
Are a déjà-vu,
Words that return,
Something I once ate raw,
Chewed in silence, with no time to digest.
They are echoes of a past that does not hush,
Reflections of a truth that insists on surfacing,
As if each verse, each line,
Were a familiar taste,
That life forces me to revisit.
These inner conversations,
Are like shadows that reappear,
Memories of an old dish,
That in the present I consume again,
Even knowing that digestion is yet to come.