every class I pass

and every friend I make

every day I live

is one day closer to death

every love I give

and every kiss I get

every winter that passes

is one year I won't live again

every nail I use to build

a place to be happy at last

is another nail in the box

that's buried under my stone

every night I dream

and every star I watch come out

is one light closer to dark
one night closer to sleep

if I can keep that in mind

that I am racing always to a grave

and still urge my legs to run faster

to feel fresher wind on my face –

then I will know I am there