Miles to go before I sleep
But the clock is ticking by
A new way to earn my keep
Getting ready to fly.
The supper table is nearly set
The pieces are in motion
The poison pill is down my throat
But I'm drifting in the ocean.
How taut is the safety net
Will it be enough?
And will I have the discipline
To concentrate on my stuff?
The time to jump is approaching
A few weeks at best
Then one big, final hurrah
Before it's time to rest.