We want to do it all

We think that by keeping busy and having a million and one things to do, the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us. By keeping our nose close to the grind, our eyes won't meet and lock on his, meanwhile ignoring the bell that sounds for other unsuspecting souls. In the meantime we keep on keeping our nose to the grind and our eyes locked on the targets of tasks at hand. No end in sight to jobs to do No time to die today We're way too busy Plans are endless The list grows longer when it should be winding down It's a race to the finish line and time is the stopwatch with a fickle trigger finger