Well the river and I sat down for a drink Said 'so I guess this is how you think?' I gave a wry smile, poured her tall Said "well we're islands, after all." I felt the fight ebb away But the hollow weight, it stayed She said, when you're gone I won't think of you And I said, make my day She poured, like water into woe And I said, make my day I'm paraphrasing anyway, alluding to a verse much worse And if you think, that's all I've got, I'd love to show you all I'm not She, flooded the land without thought We're all made of broken boards And knots and ties and lies And the river erodes everything She'll leave you high and dry I've spent my days over thinking, over drinking Putting days down to delay the feeling That we're all astounded by the unastounding Staring at screens, filling gaps, and lying. We are. Islands.