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...

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

Look at that baby, what a fool,
We all have fun at free-time, it practically...