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(Chapter XI of “The fated line”)

January '85, prepared for just another day

Early morning, full moon high

and dancing northern lights

I was walking in the cold

Parking lot outside my home

Then suddenly something didn't feel right

I was not alone

They gathered (around me),

strangers I knew

Like reading for the first time

something I have read before

I was growing nervous

as I met the eyes of an elder man

How weird it feels to see

an unknown face again

I saw everyone of them

for the very first time alive

I knew right then

where I'd seen them before

Pictures on the wall

They gathered (around me)

strangers I knew

Like being for the first time

somewhere I have been before

They gathered

(it was like) a strange déjà vu

A woman on a photograph

I thought the chill from the biting cold

would be enough

The encounter by the road

made matters worse

I checked my watch

to see if I was getting late

Blood turned to ice

when I noticed the date

They gathered

(around me) strangers I knew

I saw them for the first time

I have seen them all before

They gathered

(they were) strangers like you

A woman on a photograph

Picture from a long lost childhood

You were strangers

but I knew all of you