It was like a déjà vu,

A memory relived,

An old love founded,

And a past unfolded.

We were so young :

So in rush,

So full of curiosity,

So full of uncertainty,

And so full of love.

It's like we've been here before,

Circling around time,

Creating a wrinkle on the pages,

Secretly knowing that this will come.

But this time,

It almost feels the same,

It feels too much the same,

That I almost think that,

This is nothing but

An Illusion.