A poem by RyanRingo:

I burned another bridge today
I threw away the key
I counted on a second man
In the end it was just me
The shadow of my former self
The pain of loss in the

Contemplate is a funny word
Jump straight in and hit the bin or never learn

The time we waste is a saddened bird
Although it is sad it wasted
It stops for no man and sings its song just to be heard.

I Burned another boat today
My back against the sea
Every time I look back at it
I swear it looks at me
Maybe if I see this through
Ill have a second chance
Maybe it's one out of ten
So should I advance?

The odds so slim
My mind is counting on
My old habits come in
Suddenly it is back into the waves again

Pulling under
Pulling under
Pulling under
Roaring thunder

I know I hit the bottom
I feel it on my feet
It is strangely stagnant
At the bottom of the sea
The sand sweeps over
This limp body of mine
It's funny that this pain it causes teaches pearls to shine

I looked back at that bridge I burned
I think I might have seen
A glimpse of a hammer and nails
Possibly next to me