In front of me always lies a patch of black ice
And whenever I take the chance and step forward
I end up sliding backwards
Even further then where I started

Adapting everlastingly I stopped going forward
However even when I stood still it seemed I go back
Everyone would look at me and say why so afraid
Why so shy why so lazy why why and why
That's when I realized that I had never stopped going forward
That in doing nothing I really ran further then before
And now I have slipped on that familiar feeling ice
When I look at the ice all I see is the monster that holds me down
And when I look at my reflection in the ice
I stare and let myself become trapped in the ice, in the monster
The only way to go forward
Is to break the ice, the monster; myself
The only thing that blocks me from being free is me