If every little corner were to exhibit memories they hold,
I'd be,with no doubt,enchanted for the nostalgia

Focus on what's in front, they say
To become somewhat better individual , they say
Secretly wish they,too, could reckon things to linger prefer the past
Wish they,too, would appreciate the subtle art of reminiscence

If I were to be taken to every little corner of the world,
With no refusal, I'd be in the mission
For I craved the power to teleport so much as a kid

The world is too logical
Lemme take a break
I'll be right back after the worst case scenario
Until then,I'll be holding onto my corner
In the nation of illusions