Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen...

That’s the countdown to infinity,

my boy, can you hear?

You may think it’s an absurdity,

but, believe me, it’s very near.

You hear it all the time,

the clock ticking us away,

yet you don’t listen worth a dime,

so this is what I’ll have to say.

twelve, eleven, ten...

It’s the countdown to forever,

because things last less than you think,

don’t ever say never,

because eternity goes by in a blink.

You think it’ll never reach you,

but never, my boy, is just round the corner,

so you better see things through

to the end as it gets nearer.

nine, eight, seven...

It’s the countdown to the end,

it’s no use to run,

so live your life well, my friend,

because they don’t give you a refund.

If you refuse to look,

it’ll get your back, as I say,

look at the time it took,

to reach a day far away.

six, five, four...

It’s the countdown to tomorrow,

closer than you believe,

life is something you just borrow,

and then they come to retrieve.

Better look at what you have now,

because what you had won’t return,

and what you’ll get, you know,

it’ll come too late, after you burn.

Three, two, one...

zero!

And then it’s gone.