Some for infinity
Tied together tight
Never taken away
Until it is not needed
Until its job is done
If time goes by long enough
The water will eat away the rope
Some day the anchor will drop alone
The rope will snap back up
They’ll sit there wondering what went wrong
Pondering why the rope wasn’t strong
Isn’t it funny how the rope can come back,
But the anchor it held is the one that sank?
The weeping is heard from all around
The ship setting sail for there is nothing to hold it
This time, the compass fails, the glass cover cracks
The ship won’t go in quite the right way
Landing in Europe or Paraguay
Isn’t it peculiar if the compass fails
The ship is the one to go the wrong way?
The compass can’t move, it just spins a needle
How can something so small change the course of a sail?
The birds try to guide the ship right home
The birds face each other
Another sits still
Refusing to help
The two can’t either,
They can’t stop staring at one another,
It’s a perfect pairing
The third bird sits upon a mast
The sailors push it from its perch
They force it to go so far away
To leave a place where it was content
Isn’t it strange how the two birds went mad and broke from their gaze when the third bird was pushed?
Relative, it’s all relative
It’s all relative to you.
You are my rope, don’t let me go
You are my compass, don’t crack again
You are my bird, so stubborn and ornery,
I would go mad if you were pushed off the edge.