Old tale

We walk, and run, and stroll today,
keep on going in circle again.
The same old tale.
Then we just stare into the night sky,
along the downhill road we met
is a place of visible memories,
one time should we just miss.
A strange old tale.
It is what you see in fiction,
an unexpected scenario of life.
It is not always the happy ending,
that we may get.
Time cuts through
our unending memories.
We then look in the same direction.
Again.
This is the old tale.