Generations and ever changing plains,
No matter how well you think you know the world,
You ain't cool to someone who redefines cool each-time.
You're in best form now, but feels like you're going cold.

Stupidity races extremes, races end stupidly
World losses are a never changing trend,
Today hit, and tomorrow bent,
Chances, you just can't take, love, cook it up or eat half baked.

Even new thoughts feels outdated and feelings vomited all on paper,
Nothing seems real or guaranteed even if you owned it,
New breed of hopelessness haunts you each second,
How do you keep up, hearing a 4 yr. old talks of sex?