07. Carousel (07)

I wonder within a confused mind,
A world of dreams and fantasies,
A material world of love,
A dream to be conquered and released.
What of gold, silver, a many splendour thing;
A material, a substitute for a feeling of love;
What may happen when the day arrives?
No-one to turn to...
Who will share the burdens of worries and upset?
The long winding queues of strife.
Only memories of what could have been
And the unwinding of memories are released
The points of your life
Cease,
A lock of time, a beauty of love
A person of past.
I will care.
Is the grass greener tomorrow?
Or will you be looking again, again...