Memory - Robert Skoro

Memory never serves to see it straight ahead

If you can, eventually it swerves

And leaves you standing there

With an empty leash in your hands

Everything up to this point told me

I’d be far away from where I am

'Cause every face has turned away

Every hand is closed, but wait

Is that an opening I see

Or just my failing memory

Presence is an unlikely fault

That hides itself deep inside of my chest

Shows itself just to let me know

That what I am is no where near my best

I thought you could set me straight

But all, all you’ve done is turn me inside out

'cause every thought destroys itself

Every voice is someone else

I guess you’ve helped me understand

What can happen by another’s hand

By another’s hand

By another’s hand