Babyland Creeping Up
I'm creeping up from behind
I'm closing in on mine
I'm holding out for my first
I'm living up to my word
I'm staring down at the pride
I never could seem to find
No matter how long it takes
I swear I won't go away
I say that because
I don't want to sit back
And leave the day to rot
Leave the days to fester
I need to keep up the pace
No matter how slow
No matter what's at stake
There's no reason
I can live with
To stop progression
And end my illness
I am sick inside
At least I admit this
A race continues
And I can't ignore it
I hear the sound of
Each and every step
Breath, tick, and rest
Another hash mark
On a shrinking timeline
The computations
Spit surrender
Put one foot in front of the other...
The fading sidelines
I'm crawling straight ahead
Beyond the standstill
I know I can't compare
But if the scale is sliding
Then the smallest grade could count
And the long shot we embrace
Just might be carried out
So I won't stop
I'm creeping up on my time
