Memory

What is about to change is likely to get worse A memory that lasts too long will be Considered wrong and dangerous resource But the restrictions taken won’t relate to me How fine that we have no more time to waste Under the leadership of worthiest and wise What pleases me, that there’ll be no place For us to share in their wretched paradise This world’s a hoax if we expect to be Rewarded for the troubles, sent to us As we prefer to think, but afterwards we see Life makes no sense, except a memory it has And memory’s a candle of the soul Its not extinguished by the winds of stormy weather It doesn’t fade, regardless what we’re told In memory we live, so close together.