Why does it feel I have seen it all?

Why does it feel I have seen it all?

I know that a new morning beckons with a new call,
Then why does it feel I have seen it all?

The kindling of new romances, the exchange of speaking glances,
And then, the death of that love in the maze of nuances.
I know new leaves are born after every fall;
Then why does it feel I have seen it all?

Manipulations mixed in affection, wounds in the name of  perfection;
And finally, the inevitable murder of one’s own perception.
I know new landscapes are discovered in every stroll;
Then why does it feel I have seen it all?

The end and a beginning, the defeat and a winning
The rush of a touch that now seems degrading
I know that the life will finally have me again in its thrall..
But for now it feels I have seen it all.