Stay awake

When your past shouts louder than the present,
And you are flooded by this strange feeling,
People call it nostalgia.

There I am again,
Standing right there,
Doing the things I did,
Feeling the exact same feeling I once had.

Memories,
Such a strong hold on me.

Looking back at every turn that I took and the roads that I didn't take.
It all made a huge difference,
And I can never go back.

As the quiet night prolongs,
Let me dwell in my thoughts for awhile longer,
Just awhile longer,
Till the sun rises again,
And life goes on.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could 

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken