Step Lively
There is something, that holds me back
Yet pushes me foward as well
A tiny conumdrum that imprisions me
Where do you stay, but draw the line
When is it drawn plain, or is it only
To far after to late?
Who are we to know the schemes afoot
The traps that lay in wait
But to be wary would be a life without living
When do we risk it all?
When do we move our feet?
Is there a time to hold your place?
When do the answers become known?
Yet pushes me foward as well
A tiny conumdrum that imprisions me
Where do you stay, but draw the line
When is it drawn plain, or is it only
To far after to late?
Who are we to know the schemes afoot
The traps that lay in wait
But to be wary would be a life without living
When do we risk it all?
When do we move our feet?
Is there a time to hold your place?
When do the answers become known?