Walking on the Thin Ice

Walking on a thin ice, I dwell
On the dulcet days of yore
‘tis when the pain starts to swell
But I’ve to hold my ground some more

That sound of rupture, I hear
If it is silver lining, I see?
No - its milky cracks, I fear
And I may soon be set free

If only I have the luxury
Of time, so I can wait
A little, before I be ready
To meet my final state

How can I be no delirious
How can I still rejoice
The path I tread is perilous
And I still walk on a thin ice.