This is the past, the present, the future.
This is me infront of you, again.
The way back to you, back to me, back to us, is just that, a road.
This is the past, the present, the future
Maybe, could be, who knows?
And the road looks normal, the floor looks just like any other.
But we already broke it once,
But some parts are as fragile as paper.
Some parts are thin ice.
What if i miss a step, or you do?
We both drown or we both live.
What’s worth the risk? What isn’t?
Only if you give the right steps.
But what’s right?
Is a joke, a trick, a magic act.
So i’m laughing. And i hope you are laughing too.
Safe steps? Safe landings?
This is life, is all thin ice…