Life marches on, its steady pace, one foot thuds down in front of the other. Finally when you stop back and look you see a trail, stretching back into nothingness. When did it begin? I only know I don’t want to stop. I’m scared to stop. I’m tired but I have to keep walking. One foot in front of the other, I won’t stop, because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever start again.