The air, is cold, and the light, is so, bright, and I can't help but begin screaming...

The voice, bellows, hello, it shows, a picture of my preconceived scheming...

I'm young, and new, and introduced, to the world I venture alone.

Adolescent, and ever present, is the dread of the rest of my woes.

I'm middle aged, and underpaid, and I work my hands to the bone.

I'm old, and sad, and weak, and glad, my life is coming to a close.

I'm in,...