life's just a pace-call on death,
only less diligent.
and when the two collide, it's no coincidence.
the lights are on and everybody's home.

the only thing suicidal here is the door,
we had a good run; even i have to admit.
life's just a pace-call on death,
only less diligent.

it's supposed to be a mini-celebration. a small sort of triumph. a dress rehearsal for the final day. but the taste of tomorrow will be anything but victory. it's supposed to be the end of a checkpoint, but it feels like the beginning of a long road to hell. some are telling me to take a break because i need it, but the question is: do i deserve it? there's no time for breaks if i'm ever going to get there. the only thing that matters now is how badly i want it and how much i'm willing to sacrifice for it. i don't even know if i want it as badly as i'm supposed to. i really don't see myself crossing that line at the rate i'm going. but now's not the time to think, feel or slow down. just do, act and make things happen. i can't afford to get caught up now, especially since i know just how much room i have to make up. no amount of injury time can cook up a winner for me. i have to settle it in regulation. i have one and a half months to go before the final meltdown, and things are not looking very bright. it's going to be the longest 45 days of my life, or the shortest. i need to make a miracle happen. nothing but the one thing matters, and it's about getting there. i really don't know how i'm going to do it. divine intervention perhaps? one way or another, i have to get there. and if anything, the journey begins tomorrow, because one way or another, this road is leading to hell or glory, and nothing in between.

Hell or Glory,
I don't want anything in between.