Shifty Brent - Tide Marks on the Pier

Like little truths that would not float.
I watched one rope pulled tight against the pilot,
Then slackened with the turning tide.
Some things hold because they choose the strain; some things loosen from inside.
I have carried names from town to town; I have left a few where they fell.
The water does not praise my choices; it only keeps the tale.
Tide marks on the pier.
Show me I was here.
Tide marks on the pier.
Wash away the years.
Let it wash.
There was a time I chased the morning,