Forgotten memories Of reborn creation Subliminal works Of my imagination Returning once again Yet they seem all new Is my mind deceiving me To believe it’s true? The opposite of deja-vu Every moment seems brand new The opposite of deja-vu Nothing is new under the sun Everything ends before it's begun And your none of your thoughts are your own Realize we’re all just clones Latent recollections Buried deep within Caught between dream and day Where do they begin? Plagiarism or forgetfulness This is my reality The things I conceive come From my ingenuity Have I walked this path before? Have I dreamt this scene before? Have I heard that laugh before? Have I watched this screen before?