Brockley, a station I pass by
Everyday it stands out and I don’t know why
Déjà vu in reverse? Have I seen it in another universe?
A meaning I can’t quite get but taunts me so I don’t forget
Could it be the name? Does it hold a place for me? Why do I end up re-living these places post-reality?
Maybe fate has a pattern, it’s all down to me
Like a learner behind the wheel of a test motor car, you take slowly
I’ve learned not to think too deeply, I’ve learned to go with the flow but I can’t help wonder how all this goes.
Brockley, a station I pass by, everyday it stands out and now I know why...
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