Its Way With Me

I am not the other, I am not afraid I am not the answer to a question you have asked My mind didn't turn, my memory stays And the time may write, but it still goes up again But if love is a hem in the breeze It can have its way with me My skin, it shivers, my hand, it holds I can laugh full-body, I can come in from the cold I set the table, I admit it's me I made my own way to wait, but I still say please I can write all the way off the page But I can never answer myself What's the use of these things I have made? They are cords into a realm So I push through the dark to the earth Have a future I can see If my life is a hem in the breeze It can have its way with me