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...

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

Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...

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

You are afraid, not sure,
What did your mama tell you to preserve...