Here you sit, an old man contemplating his lonely life 

Thinking of the fond memories you once cherished 

You aspired to do so much, desperate to change a world in strife

But your years left you behind, and all alone you drowned and perished 

You think of the time when you were once a child

The world was easy, and time did not apply 

Armed with imagination, days passed and you ran wild

Your soul was a pyre, stacked up all the way to the sky 

Adrenaline you craved, and for excitement, you yearn 

After all, you’re just a young teen

Your future unknown and your life to burn 

Soon your thrill will die, and in its place will stand routine. 

Your teen days flew by, integration through desperation 

Imagination slowly dies, but you keep your hopes and dreams 

Soon you find yourself working merely to prevent starvation

How did you turn, from an individual into a machine? 

Your life becomes dull and dreary People become a bore 

When excitement becomes weary Living becomes a chore 

Expression your mind craves But words your mouth lacks 

To our mindless thoughts we’re all slaves But only through words, can our thoughts climax 

So find your voice, and channel your inner flame 

Find that child to whom you once said goodbye 

Because the moment your life becomes tame 

Your soul will wither and your flame will die.