A rumination inspired by various variables. To the past, and to the future. The present is a gift, and therefore must be highly regarded but saved for special occasions.

 Count to Five (Fire and Ice)
 Once I loved and twice I lost
Third time's the charm
Four years gone turned into five
And if I count much further
I'll surely break my own heart

World traveler, restless mess
Set this life ablaze
In your eyes
No, in your eyes
The fire's burning wide

I can't tell
if we're still spinning
All I know is
I'm still dizzy
And I  can't count no more
Not on you or anyone
I'll have to learn to count again
This time I'll do it
alone

Here goes...

Once I stood up and twice you pushed me,
You almost pushed me down
Three words defined me
Four, if you count the "still"
Five years gone...

Self-saboteur, restless mess
Freeze these moments
In your eyes
No, in your eyes
You'll never melt the ice

One, two, three, four, five
I used to feel alive
Five, four, three, two, one
Now I just chase the sun

And I still can't tell...

No, I can't tell
If we're still spinning
But I'm still dizzy
And I can't count no more