Déjà vu

Like the vow you didn't keep
Like the crossroad out of reach
And the lie that wouldn't stick
As you leave that roundabout
Again.

It's the dead of night
And, past the zeroeth hour
You still think oh go on
I'll have another one
Again.

There's a cycle you've to break
And a circle to escape
To avoid the same mistake
That defines your sorry fate
Again.

Again.

ECT

9,8,7, and as the drugs take hold
two pads clasp your head
and your hand, gently tenses
and lifts upward

the limits, the troubling limits
that man hits
when he sees more than life
but feels less than god.