Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Oh i love this ability
To know everything would end before it even starts.
To see through time and find no one in there
To see the ending before it even called a beginning

Everything would end exactly as expected
Like a Murphy's law, everything that can happen will happen.
Every single point of my story; the beginning, the middle, and the end, i knew exactly what the plots are.
Following some same circular pattern over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Oh i no longer care about happy endings
I think it's just a cheap trick that every romantic comedy use.
Oh i wish i still care if it ends.
But i know, it ends because it has to.

Then why bother starts?
What's with all the hassle to create an opening line?
Oh i wish i still care for the answer
I don't know, maybe the fact that it starts just because it has to.
The fact that those stories will still go on whether the actor likes it or not.
Those stories will repeat themselves
Like a circle that has no beginning or an end.
Oscillates in one dimensional complex plane.
Real-complex-imaginary-complex-real
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Although, what's the point of cherishing it?
They'll just gonna vanish anyway
Like a dementia, our memory corrodes
And there's nothing we can do about it, aren't there?

That's okay, does it really matter?
Whether everything is a one-way or reciprocates?
I might say i love you at exactly any moment in time,
But it won't matter anyway,
Everything that begins shall ends.
The best case scenario is, it ended up in a broken heart.
Not a numbness that i can't really escape, can i?
Like a tidy person, i always put my heart back in the exact same place before anyone took it.
In a neverending darkness where there's no light whatsoever.
Not even a buzzing exit signs that show me how to leave.
I don't know what to feel.
It just happened over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish it?

Does it have all it takes to stay?
Does it meet all the requirements to be remembered?
Does it have it all to be memorized?
Does it want to be cherished?

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish it?

If we let things go as soon as it over
If we just hold it for a while for the sake of a smile?
If we end it as soon as it began
If we just look at each other and take a small mental picture for the day that soon ends?
If we
If we
If we
Starts over, does it really matter?
If you
If you
If you
Stay, does it still means it's over?
If i
If i
If i
Stuck in this loop, over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really?
A memory?
If we can't?
Cherish it?
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
And then,
Over.