Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...

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

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

Im appalled at the view,
And I'm new...

I begin a word to them, in my head and heart,
And my fear of them, is obvious from the start...

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...