You Smile.

As you move forward,
leaving behind your likings,
drifted by the issues only from the present..

You know you couldn't carry no more,
your head does its thing,
erases feelings temporarily,
but stores them in somewhere too hard to be noticed.


It just feels so good,
when you get to turn back the clock and found what you missed.
And now I know, sometimes..
we're all blinded by our present or future,
to an extend that the past is not to be reminiscence,
as though I don't remember who I am in a way.

Such good feel this is,







when you found your once-lost-track.