The Inner Voice Echoes

Why it feels like I had written
“the inner voice”
a long time ago?

Re-reading the lines—
they sound familiar
like I had written
that piece to you before

I searched through my archives
to check for evidence—
it wasn’t there
never written in the past

The words seemed like
they were picked up
from the karmic echo
floating in space

I didn’t know what I was writing
but something was written
that stayed

Now it’s etched
that even made it
into my dreams