Buckets and Pangaea

The holes in a bucket
The emptiness
But what can I do
Now, after all this time
Learning how to live without have
Metals and oxygen, oxidation's sunk in
And rusted through
The handles that we held together
Just turn me over
Upside down
So nothing could ever
Fall inside of me or leak out

The motel that the heart is
It tends to invite all too many vacancies
People come and people leave
If your gone
Yesterday
Now
Or tomorrow
That's the choice we've made
Even if not together
We agreed to it just the same
From time to time
I look on the passing traffic
License plates here and there
But then,
I'm not going, you're not coming
We're not nomads
We're citadels waiting for lost crusaders
We're not mountains
We're continents
Once Pangaea