We jostle for the space,
The narrow space
As we grow in hope to follow
Our falling forefathers.

Neck and neck we strive
To make our mark each day,
Widening the path we all must travel.

Then finally the void.
Our time is up and we are lost,
Beached upon the blanched bones,
Dust of our ancestors.

But behind us our children
And theirs,
Race for the gap.
Full of life - so full of life!