History

Sometimes life is unfair We are stuck with what happens to us Our heart and mind captures our worst and best moments and all this they call memory Why the hell it was created is beyond me but how it can be ended is on my agenda Sometimes i sit and think When will all this end? I have had in my mind what memory is and decided its the synthesis to history repetition When will all this end Bitter-sweet memories leading to an everlasting series of heart storm Same scenario, different characters I seem to play the lead role in this absurd movie My naive ways are to blame My fickleness a trigger to this insanity Feelings that need clarity to be expressed Fear of the unknown to be exact Leaving all that is ablaze to burn inside Yet it seems I am consumed outside-in but fate proves to be a louche I cannot shake off So as I am suffering in this absurdity Unlike before I am ready to crash for I have yet again suffered the fall