Oui! Déjà vu
What can you do when you simply stare into the future and you see all those repeats of your past hitting you in the face? Déjà vu’s are an interesting thing: untamed.
No, I did not have a déjà vu, although I do have them often enough and I ease through each as I would a toll booth. Each time in a different way.
Sometimes I hang out the window and pretend to the bewildered toll man that I am E.T. himself, and sometimes it makes his day. At other times I share my music, my unique dance move or maybe something a little more helpful … like a tract. Fun? Crazy? Yes. Déjà vu’s can be that way.
But I see a déjà vu coming and the music has stagnated. There’s a toll man in the window but I‘d rather hide behind the window tint. It’s scary, I’m doing what I usually do on long rides. I, sitting back, reach out and touch the view; my thoughts driving so fast they would take up any car on the highway, screaming, screeching they fly. And I wave them on. And on.
These thoughts don’t end. Only an answer can end thoughts like this … which types of thoughts? Thoughts that are French to me, that I have no answers too.
God please speak to me, you’re the only one who knows … you’re the answer!
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