And so a week of making passes
Had morphed me to the wall
Where speckled reflectors and lessened webs
Taught me very little at all
Where investing such a product into such a fiend
Left the passing of a necklace
To the hands of a needless and reckless dream
And the loop begins to meet
And the ends begin to pass
A knot unintentionally has formed
A knot that will last