Memories had elevated in
My mind.
Sprinkled crux was on
My head
All hairs were new
Each man fear with grey hairs
And wondering with grey hair.
Every minute is minute
Every time is time.
Each paths has stamped by
Mens\' footstep.
Old clothes and waste things
Were laid on there.
Elevations of memories was
Required for my accomodation.
There is too limit for
Hear my memories.
That is your choice;
You must be or must not be.