Detox from the deep talks
We would have on the docks
Watching the ocean wave at us
As we walk-across the hands of the clock

Each second would expire as each tick would tock
As the Minutes piled up like writer's blocks
Hours surrounded our necks like a slip knot
Now we drop

Suspended like a bridge
Dangling like a dream catcher
Except no one's hands could reach us like His

Yet you retreat back to the bus..
Retracting to distrust 
I weep
And my cheeks crack from the rust
disgust hardens the heart
aching from the start
Fragile mental state rips the mind apart

Back to the art of learning how to play the heart
Like a harp
No waiting for notation
Inked tears fall in the correct location
like a veteran throw of a dart