Deja vu

I remember, remembering that I have repeated my past over and over, and over. For what reasons are there, to explain why one's life is in need of a repeat. Do we repeat life, for the purpose of getting it right, to correct a past mistake, to change the outcome of a situation to suit our egos? For what-ever reasons, we do re-live moments of our lives. Some of us have fleeting memories of those moments. I remember, remembering to rewrite these lines, or did I? Or is it only my mind playing visual games? For moments like this we use the Déjà vu. Quotes: Shivers up my spine after, during the reading of every short story. I will have nightmares . . ., thanks! Goose-bumps, shivers and a constant look over my should when reading these stories in an empty house.