Garden the Heart part 2

(When)
Shall we mend our minds to the ocean?
At a time of its most fluent movement?
Or is it to rough for those who hate?
Will the sea swallow us all whole before we return home safe?

or Has it become to quick with those who claim they don't know?
Maybe the mind will be made gold by the hands of those who read between (the lines of) what they're told...
or is this concept to far for those who try to... stand really still?

Will there be enough music to move these stiffened joints before the last round?
or is it to sloppy for those who call art an un-silenced sound?