Am I living in a dream,
Or, are my dreams living in me?
Walking through the streets I feel,
I have seen these places in memory;
Working in the office I see,
An environ quite known to me;
Seeing faces and shaking hands,
Traversing seen and unseen lands,
There is a strange familiarity,
As if I am living once more,
In a world that's not strange for me:
I wish I fathom how and when,
I became a part of history--
Re-enacting again and again,
Roles chalked out in my destiny.