Dwelling on the past
I'm not sure the reason
The best times of our lives
Pass by as if they were seasons
And the painful  times drag on
For such an unreasonable amout of time,
Acting as if they were a punishment
For an unforgivable crime.
You cannot relive
Memories
But you ponder them within
Nostalgia creates a bitter sweetness
Of the places you have been

So sail away
In the calm ocean of your mind
And Think of all the good times
That you had to leave behind.