Pragmatic Delirium

"I want it back",my heart bemoans
on replaying stashed memories
incongruous to current revelries
instead,warped in lost time zones

trade-offs bordering toward compromise
progress bequeathed,surprisingly,deserved?
questioning myself on such vagaries,absurd
still stuck in twilight,waiting for the red giant to rise

transcending reality,hallucinating fantasies
lost never to be found,fragrance still lingers
crushed into fragments,by insensitive fingers
would it be any better to act delirious with infantine delinquencies?