How can I say that I have been here before?
It seems to be a subject so few will embrace
Some would say such a notion discounts Heaven
But how can that be so if you remember that too?
Maybe I can explain what I have seen in meditation
a young girl trying to understand life
I could feel her thoughts and her emotions
So different than the way I feel today
Perhaps I can talk about the charismatic robber
whom I saw like watching a movie, getting killed in the end
Everyone watching was happy to see him go
but not me, I wondered, why do I like him so much?
Maybe I should explain my grandmothers passing
how I knew exactly when she would leave, and show up next
This was such a comforting thing at the time
And it all seemed to happen, just as I was told
Or perhaps I should say be open to the possibilities
and be careful of what I say
I don’t want to see the men in white coats
arriving at my door