You unravel the knot,
The knot that I am.
Useless to resist an axe
When I am tied.
A new sensation,
A new feeling.
I am free, and yet
I want to tie myself again.
You walk away into the rain
I cannot hear your barefoot steps
On the wooden berth;
And the boat you set freewheeling
Into the upcoming storm.
I will continue crumbling after the axe strike
And watch my boat get crushed by waves.
I know, you will keep walking,
Raindrops will hide the steps you take;
They will wash all of your traces away
Before the first wave hits the berth
And wrecks the last of us.