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

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

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

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

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...

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...