Nostalgia

A simple rewind button, or

An inescapable self trap, either way

One loves to escape 

Existence’s vicissitudes for

It helps one stay 

Oblivious of one’s finitude

All one has are 

Coping mechanisms to

Stay functional and sane

In this cold uncaring universe 

Yet one continues living 

Knowing very well it could

End at any moment 

Aren’t we all crazy?

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