Yesterday's smiles are now scars,
and I have travelled quite far.
But memories are still sweet,
they still can knock me on my feet.
I've been telling the world relentlessly,
that I am amidst a new story.
But with same characters, of my previous plot,
same predicaments of your favorite spot.

Nights come to me same old fashion way,
without a touch of caring soul, my soul gets astray.
Wandering on endless lawn by feet,
hoping my tommorow and yesterday will meet.

Then vainly waiting for reckon.
Blood painted sky, just like every dawn.
Waiting for someone to ask me how can I not move on.
Tirelessly uttering them the ode on and on.
Remembering is water, memories are your sprouts
Moving on is just another roundabout.
No matter how hard we try we can never recall,
those ones we have never forget at all.
©vhanfire