from beneath clouds from up above above other clouds where the sun looks bright and sky looks clear on a comphy chair on the plain from a country that knows nothing but peace to another that is troubled enough to drive people into madness into non sense deja vu sometimes i see places and i know i was there before I've been there I've done that from between layers of clouds sometimes i read something from between the lines its a deja vu i feel it joy like my joy pain like my pain and i envy the poet he feels exactly the same and i enter into a trance a glance to hell and back where hell turns my heaven in sick twisted patience for the heaven that would never come and heaven turns into black hollow of sadness from between layers of clouds i wish i can walk upon and plant a seed into the sky that grows in three dimensional fashion to green all the blackness in the sky i wish to copy the sun that the lonely moon never drives the far starts jealous i wish to bring the starlight closer to warm the broken hearts that no one will sing to the sun any more i wish I've never met you because I'm never the same again eternally distracted from the present in an everlasting deja vu