In the realm of time, where echoes replay,

Lies a phenomenon, déjà vu's mysterious sway.

A moment of recognition, a memory's embrace,

Yet a lesson learned, in life's relentless chase.

Déjà vu, a whisper from the past,

A gentle reminder, a message amassed.

In the depths of our being, it stirs and it stings,

A warning, a sign, of the pain it brings.

For in this strange dance, where time intertwines,

We find ourselves caught, in a web of design.

The familiar sights, the familiar sounds,

A haunting reminder, of lessons unbound.

Oh, how we yearn, to break free from the chains,

To escape the cycle, where déjà vu remains.

But the universe whispers, in its cryptic way,

That some lessons are learned, in the hardest of ways.

We stumble and fall, in the depths of our pride,

Ignoring the signs, as we stubbornly stride.

Déjà vu, a teacher, with a lesson to impart,

That wisdom is earned, through the ache of the heart.

For in the repetition, we find clarity's light,

A chance to rewrite, what once went awry.

To learn from mistakes, to grow and to heal,

To embrace the truth, that déjà vu reveals.

So let us not dismiss, this eerie sensation,

But embrace its presence, with humble reflection.

For in déjà vu's grip, lies a chance to evolve,

To learn things the hard way, and truly evolve.

In the tapestry of time, where déjà vu resides,

We find the wisdom, that life's journey provides.

So heed its message, as it whispers anew,

And learn from the past, as déjà vu guides you.