count the steps and count the lines,
ready the steps to call in time,
keep to the rhythm, keep to the pace,
know you're doing good in this place.
shelve the volumes, soak in the words,
keep repeating the ones you haven't heard,
work through the project, work through the pain,
and remember it won't always be the same.
write down words as they get into line,
before they shatter and fall out of mind,
keep on til past your hands cramp and ache,
they're reason enough to stay awake.
mould the shapes and hold the mold,
keeping willing til even the aches grow old,
keep to the pace, ignore the passing time,
and you and your work will get along fine.