Twenty-one miles,
Eighty-eight thousand steps.

Each day those numbers look a little bigger.

Each and every day,
Nothing on my mind
But those steps, big or small.

Yet every day,
I feel I could take
One more than the last.

One foot down,
Firm or fleet,
And then the other follows,
Like athletes, performers,
Perpetually fighting
To be at their best.

Is it so hard after ten-thousand steps
To trudge one foot a little farther?

Every drop of streaming sweat
Only a reminder of how far I have gone,
How much I have gained,
How close I could be.

Twenty-one miles,
Eighty-eight thousand steps.

Seems like a lot,
Sitting here
In my comfy chair,
Alone.

Would you get up
If happiness was
Just one step away?

How about two?

Just twenty miles
Until only one remains.

Yeah, I could handle one.

So I will bleed,
I will sweat,
I will ache,
But I will not wait.

Not until I've crossed
Twenty-one miles,
Eighty-eight thousand steps.