Walking, moving, always,
Trudging in the glaze...

The young one always laughs,
You are stupid, a fool...

Young environment,
All aquatic...

Twisting and turning, in a state of fret,
Nothing solvable, no safety net...

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...

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

There sits a girl of porcelain fare,
With long, flowing, golden hair...

Hold the flag high, be ready to wave,
Understand what the veterans gave...

In the Mist, In the Briar,
Deep inside the heart of a blackened liar...