It seems I had a dejavu
And saw the same one twice
The first one was you
The second a tricky shadow
I ask myself like movies
Can we see them again?
Can they appear as they were?
Even if. Can they talk then?
A hope for a conversation
To catch up and inform
But told that already they know
A soul without a form
Wonder if you understand
I carried on what you had
I wanted to become that man
You so longed to see him stand
But things are not what they were
Now they plant bullies on the road
They let you know how to live your life
And then you pay them for the toll
You told me the world was a kind
Of a place where like finds the like
Now I search for them and it seems
You find them part on a pike.
I wish it were you that I saw
I wish I could explain where things failed
I wish I could tell why things didn't grow
Or why things that fly no longer sail
I want your visit to be welcome
So we can compare what could've been
But which can I tell you there's at least some
Progress then when you've fled the scene
Now everyone's duly informed to know their place
There are lords and peasants, no in between
Every now and then we'll draw one with grace
Make them the star that paints the dream
So undecided if you should come or shouldn't
I'd like you know the things that I could
And ignore the things that I couldn't
But if you come back, can you tell me the things that I should?