Past Perfect

The past seems so far away. Memories are few and faded.
I cannot remember things. Which were so close to my heart.
I look into the mirror. I surprise myself.
My reflection smiles at me. I am at loss of words.
I know whats wrong. I consciously hide it.
The world seems different. All is new.
Have i been born again? Who am i ?
I yearn for my old memories. Good & Bad.
They define me. I am obsessed with it.
I walk backwards. Its difficult.
Its exciting. And Its foolish.
I feel happy. This is it.
This is what i want. That is what i deserve.