It's not easy to turn-over the pages of the memory
When you have saved more than in your diary
It's not your mind that desires to recollect
But its your heart which keeps every record

Easily one can say just throw away old crabs
Yes, we move on, collecting memos to connect gaps
All those old stories and remembrance, are the traps
Saving it either makes happy or hurts like hell

Your belief may get changed along with your attitude
But for few, you stay always same to pay tribute
Being weak, fragile, broken, and gloom because of the scar
That's why though your are heading a head, you reach no where

Reality may hit you, hurt you but you accept it forever
Because you have no back up plans like good gamer
That's why you keep digging the past
The unsuccessful attempt to bring the gone
Dead doesn't come back

Who will help to escape from your circle
When the arc is bigger you can't see the outer-space
Then you will end up trying your luck in the dark
You lose, you desire, you make wishes and there is life experiences

The circle of vicissitude is quiet, but big and open
Some may fall, some may rise, some may wait it to reopen