A long-forgotten tune

 Was it in a dream
that I heard it last?

 A face of a stranger

Why does it seem
so familiar
so dear
to me now?

Who was I before we met?
I cannot recall

I am afraid to contemplate the reality
that confronts me
full force 

I am afraid to accept the reality
of reality

I felt it coming 

The overpowering scent
carried from the days of tomorrow
by the omnipotent wind of intuition

Enveloped in and drowned
by feelings I cannot comprehend

I think we have met before
in a dream from my childhood
in that faraway land

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