Another whirlwind around the Sun,
What is the best you have done...

So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel...

You are a little robot, following the program,
But it's all part of the grand plan...

A place of peace, something of serenity,
Blessed with thoughts of eternity...

If a young one sends a simple, easy interest,
And it's trust...

Sultry summer air,
The sun is a supernova blare...

The autumn whirlwind of warmth and cold,
A man should understand that we all get old...

There is someone who is quite different than you...
A crackpot, a charlatan, a menace to society...

Rockets in the distance,
The heat seems not survivable...

Step inside of intrigue and confusion,
When aging structures are mortal illusion...

Dad Died,
And there was a pause in the matrix...

What is left, when the Left, is far?
Can you really talk about anything below or above...