Stepping stones push life forward, struggling to surge ahead
Gateway drugs tease you backward, forever leading to dread
Find yourself juggling, torn between the past and what will be
Wondering if you'll fight the compelling urges for all eternity.
It's hard to believe, how a glance can have you dancing,
A puppet on strings, led only by desire ever glancing.
In a moment we can be lulled in by the sweet temptation,
A swift tide pushing forward into steamy damnation.
Resisting is the hardest part, not all scars are healed with time
A memory is the freshest of wounds, yet easier to express in simple rhyme.
