In the next minute I will breath forty three times, and I will blink twenty.

In the next hour fifty eight people would have driven by, riding the highway to a place unknown.

In the next day I will awake ready to face the challenges of life and school.

In the next week school will be done and we will taste the sweet dew of complete freedom.

In the next month I will have adventures far and wide, spreading my arms wide to catch the spirit of time.

In the next year I will be older, I will enjoy other things and be much more experienced.

In the next 50 years I will be 65, the world beginning to fade around me and lose the luster it once held for young eyes.

In the next century I will have long since passed, no-one lives forever. The only sign of me will be a windworn grave and stories passed down to children I never had the chance to meet.

In the next thousand years I no longer exist. My name will never pass the lips of any being upon the Earth, all who knew me will be dead and gone, without stories to tell of me I will fade.

In the next hundred years I will finally fade, but in the next hour I will smile.

In the next week I will cry.

In the next year I will live, I will make the most of my time.