I thought, I was a Nostalgic Story I Was a Nostalgic Story If Someone Told Me And Then Out of nowhere Someone Made Me If I listen to it The golden necklace would be mine If I didn't The one with flower garland would be the telling one. I am future. If I wished it on a dream Whispering realities, Silencing me a mistake, Made somewhere, Makes A finely aged bottle of wine An expiring taste of time. Narrated the lines, Filled the emptiness, Made the losses absolute, Victories, the faint memories Erased by wars. Happiness, ecstasy Found some red cherries, made them blues In melancholic gushes Escaped some, Lived Some. Died Some. Until I found the masterpiece That I was waiting for Someone like you, Like you Oh, snap! Here I am, found.