Memento I was such a dummy in the senior high school Accounting, chemistry and physics I found so uncool My placid nature mistaken for a fool, lashes then brood In one of my physics lesson through which I slept mostly I finally met one concept I understood not forcibly The first law of thermodynamics, A punch line I cannot miss The law of conservation of energy I understood to the extent that the teacher owed me an apology Energy cannot be created or destroyed, however Can be transformed from one form to another, whatever! A theoretical hypnotism I became addicted to as my life sped with pace “Love cannot be created nor destroyed”, a curse I have come to embrace It’s neither a race nor anything at all with an easy trace Love can only be transformed from an envious moment together Into a treacherous sorrow when put asunder As I took an x-ray of my past life I saw patched pieces of my ex Though not a memento of sex Rather an unknown s...