Deja Vu - Again (Poetry)

I recognise this
place — it is somewhere
I’ve never been a
dozen times before
yet I must admit

each time seems like new
so peculiar
while familiar
I wonder if my
memory’s at fault —

playing some mad trick
or is there a far
more simple and a
bit less fanciful
explanation for

this odd sensation?
The only thing I’m
almost sure of is
that it’s virtually
impossible to

guess the truth of it
when what they’re building
all too often looks
the same — Legoland
the new lifesize game