Who was I before I was me?
I see myself out-of-body,
Living events not of my time.
I am watching myself from behind
A small boy staring at a black and white TV, all alone.
President Kennedy has been pronounced dead,
I have seen this vision for as long as I can remember,
Seven months before my birth.
It seems so real–it seems like yesterday.
Perhaps a figment of my imagination
Or perhaps a fragment of a past life;
A crossover from another time..
There is so much I don’t understand,
So much that can’t be disproven with science
I sense that I am far older than my calendar years
Though how much I do not know.
Hence my neverending question persists…
Who I was before I was me?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~