Miles to the Grave

How many miles away am I from my grave?
Guess I'll have to keep going to find out.
Though I'd rather not. I'd rather just sit here.
In dullness.
Stare out of the window
Into nothing.
Though every step seems like
The one preceeding it, it's never the same.
They always take me forward.
To somewhere else.
Towards something new.
Towards the grave.