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
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