Mistake

Again alone with myself, lost in the labyrinth of memory.
Quickly placing on shelf, words which were lost in a melody.
A consequence of self-lie: my current state of melancholy.
Adolescent strive, led to an early end of the story.

Still full of confusion, stupid- was waiting for glory.
Felt thrill in illusion, but forgot about what should I worry.
Unconsciously held resolution, stopped me from hurry.
Went back to fusion, apparently memories should be buried.