Look down, and you’re dead.
Keep those eyes ahead.
Look back, and you’ll freeze.
They’ll shoot you on your knees.
Look up, you’re a fool,
Some clockmaker’s tool.

Eyes on the horizon,
Right where the sun is risin’
Feel it warm your face,
And just maintain your pace.
Better yet, run faster.
Be your own life’s master.

Don’t think of the flowers
Or the holes at your feet,
The sights that you’ve missed,
The people you didn’t meet,
All those unheard voices,
And the hope you dismissed
Out of fear of your choices.