Pieces of you
Bits of me
Fragments of it
Slices of sky
Boiled, baked and dried

Wrinkles in time
Ripples in the bay
When we skipped rocks by the stop signs
Realizing it was all okay

Nothing else stepped to it
The stairs were nothing but sand and water
Left to dry and harden
No one thought to bother

But that theory of time and wounds
Never really made sense to me
For never is always the same as soon
To commit is to waiting to be

What I can say and what I choose to
Are entirely different animals
Evolving and transforming
As red meets the eye of the bull

Stopping is always an option
But not without much thinking
The arteries of my beating heart freeze over
In the frigid waters as our ship's sinking