Like a spiral staircase

Drawn by the hand of Escher

Life lived in the mind

Stale memories grow fresher

A relived past

We try to change forever

Mental simulations

Hindsight

The irony of spiralling rumination

While trying to get our minds right

Ending up as stagehands

While dreaming of the limelight

Half heartedly chasing it

And finally facing it

Nothing will come of us

And so it ever was

History only has space for the few

We are the many

Convinced otherwise

Lies!

Goodbyes

Gone

But

Definitely

Forgotten