Aren't memories such a wonder?
Memories, full of bliss and pain, haunts us down
Isn't it a symbol of human nature ?
Then why memories are so difficult to forget ?

Those good 'ol times, those pain-shrieking times
All tattooed into our soul,leaping out when one least excepts it
And allows the heart to ponder those memories
Thus confusing the heart of present times

So, which would one rather be in ?
Jumping in and out of virtual and reality
To be in present times or in the past ?
That's one answer i too don't even know.