​Positive sides

 
When we return to forgotten nice places,
We are supposed to be glad to see happy past.
But as always happens, there is no any feeling of relief,
Because all that we used to care about, became dust.
And it kills, when realize that you have lost the traces, 
By which were connected with friends. So you’re like a thief,
Who’s trying to steal something priceless, who must
Return long-lost treasures, but all that he gets, it’s a feeling of grief.
 
The memories of past events just make this grief much bigger,
Your soul is suffering, you hear a sorrow horn:
The living trace you’ve walked, is going to repeat tonight.
Congratulations! You’ve been injected with a melancholy worm.
It all just started; you’d pulled the trigger,
Your inner world is shaking; there is no chance for you to win this fight.
The carousel of memories is spinning - the game is on.
It’s better just do not resist and sleep tight.
 
But it’s impossible to do; nightmares are killing you, and that is not a joke!
During the night you’re watching a bad movie, it’s called “Failed Stories”: 
The banner says: “He hasn’t implemented wishful expectations!”
There is no place where you can hide from it, you don’t have saving journeys…
The head is aching from annoying thoughts that they provoke,
You’re trying to slow down the speed of pain inside with medications.
But still you are being killed by tearing to pieces worries,
And in the end you realize:”I’m locked inside the box of failed expectations…”  
 
But happy ones who realize,
That our broken dreams should bring the sense of pleasure, not disgust.
The life’s still going on,
And even bleeding wounds can help; they give us priceless strings to our past.
And when we climb the highest mountain, forward, to the skies,
We are supported by these golden strings, they haven’t gone!
It’s easier to go right through the worst, they help to outlast,
The cruelest moments of a trip…keep moving, the life is carrying on…