We spend our days in motion,
    Lost in a haze of chores,
    Forever racing forward,
    Just counting up the scores.

    We count down every moment,
    Like time is running out,
    Forever surging forward,
    No time for any doubt.

    We know our days are numbered,
    Life won’t hold the attack
    Forever facing forward,
    There is no turning back.

    We hoard each precious second,
    Long hoping for a break,
    Forever marching forward,
    With each new step we take.