Holes in the Memory

Holes in the Memory

by Daniel Benisty

Finally I've found the answer to it all

I'd been looking at life like a linear fool

Like starting at the bottom and rising too tall

But it's all just holes in the memory.

You see they tell us to honour our folks

To respect the past like its not a joke

To love god, though with a fear remote,

But its all just holes in the memory

Questions like "Who created who?" -

And how God himself was created too -

Are missing the point, there is no answer true,

It's all just holes in the memory.

For every time you reveal a source

Theres another behind waiting in due course

To be questioned about its eternal force

But it's all just holes in the memory

First child, then father, then sage, then priest

Then king, then country, then God then the East

But its not a straight line it’s just a circle of dreams,

And they're all just holes in the memory

Everything has already made itself clear

In your last life, on your death bed, as your soul shed a tear

But since then you’ve forgotten the reason we’re here

It's all just holes in the memory.

Seems its just a circle, no beginning and no end

Stuck in a clock, in a game of pretend

No way to remember what God really intends,

It's all just holes in the memory.

So don’t talk to me about the linear way

Don’t frighten me with “sin of the day “

I didn’t come here to take away pain and anyway

It's all just holes in the memory.