TO & FRO
To and Fro.
One minute high. The next, low.
Stop. And Go.
Riding the plateau.
What was once water where'd we'd row
Suddenly turns to ice, cold as snow.
Our story-- what do we have to show?
In the bitter cold, how will we grow?
I guess that's just for the universe to know.
Just how much can our love undergo.
I guess I'll just go with the flow.
To and fro.
If only we could go back to, "hello".