Dejá Révè

What I dream, never happens...
What I want, never happens...
What I desire, never happens...
But today it did.

So ridiculous already seemed
the idea that one of my morning
daydreaming walks, could,
at some point, turn into reality...
But today it wasn't.

Today my dream you were, in the flesh...
Today my error you had me notice...
As I thought you, you were today:
The same clothing you were using,
The first day that for you I fell.

How did it happen? I don't know.
Was I dreaming? Of course I was not.
It was just
a dream-like reality...
Just a dejá révè...