Memories

Life is an empty luggage belt in endless spinning I’ve seen enough of places to forget Although forgetting doesn’t work, I have a feeling That memory reserves what does it gets Memories fade, they say, but no, its there Its interest that fades, its like the key You lose one day, and you don’t have a spare And you don’t care to have it, for you see It opens doors that are already open You’ve no idea just what for you have to go Cause there’s no purpose anymore in walking That idle walk, talking about the things you know Its over now, and so reality goes down Where it has come from, back into your mind And all your memories are there, outbound You travel light now, for impressions of your kind