Fictions they said live in pages,
fighting wars and travelling seas.
But the love that failed
and the  feeling that betrayed,
arent' they fictions yet to be staged?

They said memories haunt you,
from a blink of an eye to a century that's gone by.
But memory of having a memory,
and the memoirs of their memory,
don't they crawl back in,
like a black snake inside your backbone
with an evil grin?

Striving to rise,and then
fearing to fall.
They'r detours to take a certain call.
eventually,your notion,lives with you,
forgetting,how it once flew.