Memories, they have changed lives,
I behind the sensual being canβt look
at it anymore, that being across which
throes play no role at such hours.
I heard it once somewhere in the
memories, I thought I was dead.
I am better of it, living my life with
those relishable memories.
How many memories
Can a man hold, that thing I have seen
memories have changed my way of
behaving or chagrined figure
I didnβt know
All the memories come in like a wave,
We the people drowning in those
memories.