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INTRODUCTION:
Whenever we sit and think,
Our thoughts do stink
For we reminisce on the grief
Than the bliss
The sad times
Than the happy rhymes
Why recall the negative
When we can smile in nostalgia on the positive side of life

1
Once in a while
It could be in a day time
We sit and watch the time
Brooding over a re-occuring line
But then, why?
Do all our thoughts end in a bad rhyme
We never recount the jolly days
Only the saddest and worse phase
What of the day, we won our first game
Instead of the break, that leaves the heart not the same

2
We remember the losses
Carry our burdens like crosses
Clouding and discarding memories
Like a pack of cards in tosses
What of the time we met our first love
But no, no its the patches we solve
Letting the euphoric feelings dissolve
Hard-hearted pessimistic wretch, we evolve
Never at the bright side
The hand that was there during the waving tide
Or the mouth that served as a tour guide

3
We focus on the blame
The past in shame
Not even a glance at the fame
We put our lives in disarray

4
Remember that great car
Amazing songs with a guitar
The ones that call you ma, or pa
Others screaming how far
Do you recall the brightness of the star
Rather than the darkness of the Night Mars (Moon)

5
Sadly enough,
As I write, I can hardly recount
The good stories I should give account
Horrid ones creep in horror
Occupying my mind in acres
I can hardly breathe
Yet I give advice in seethe

6
Baby wake up and see
Don't live your life in grief
Open your heart to the optimistic belief
Sit and reminisce
On all the beauty in the life that you live

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