Myths about the memory lane
with delusions get belied
Where expectation is opposing
and to stark reality misapplied
As if spell caught in a vortex
and one's life has moved along
Though part of past existence
where anymore you don't belong
Earlier memories are hurtful,
as all old ties have since gone
No point in grieving time lost
and let all bygones be bygone
Victuals those earlier fancied,
at times lose genuine allure
If prove at present palatable,
one gets confusingly unsure
The tongue though familiar,
but extreme of it does daunt
As if to scorn the evolution
and your sane feelings haunt
Just focus on the nucleus
try not to search beyond
Bitter truth can prove cruel
to now if doesn't correspond
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