Cantina Dream

Finding a place 
I've never been 
& yet something 
Feels, familiar 
Like Deja∿Vu so 
Magic voodoo on 
My effigy being 
Played with, or 
Like a kickball 
& being pitched 
Then REMembered 
Like my Nü∿Fall 
Autumn colors & 
All, that I can 
Now hear a call 
That this place 
REMinds of that 
Dream somewhere 
N between, when 
Our Time crawls