Deja Vu

A feeling we all have had; is it really so?

Have I been by this way before?
Sudden brief glimpses, snatches
Of, long forgotten moments.
That lying beneath the surface
Of my mind, rise slowly; broken
Fragments, up, through the viscous
Medium of my daily round,
To move me so.

Memories of a past, that laying in
Some wild far-off place that I am
Now drawn to. Cause me to
React blindly to urges
Incomprehensible to others.
Unable to resist that, which I
Can neither touch, nor see.
Only helplessly respond to,
From ancient seas within.