My life is like a sidewalk

Each day a different slate

And I just keep on walking

To get to the golden gate

Some days the slate has little cracks

And other days it’s clear

Then the days it’s half ripped up

When time just isn’t near

I run, I walk, I jog, I skip

Just to pass the time

And every night at 12 o’clock

I pass another line

And then my journey starts again

At promptly around six

I get up and prepare myself

To get into the mix

One day I thought I saw

My shining golden gate

But alas it was a deep black hole

That clearly held my fate

Some day I hope

My savior I will find

On that dark and gloomy day

When I pass my final line