I was the pigment of riches

Soon become ignant

Looping and looping

Repeating repeating

'til all I knew made me hollow and stringent

Stripped of integrity, quick witted mind

Equally rivaled in ivory irony

Watch as the red and cerulean dynasty strive

Technologically

We can consider this all time high

Beautiful light in the eye of the storm

Twinkling as if it's waving goodbye

Soon out of sight

But I can assure you this grounded decline's

Unjustified by the litany of time

Youth is the air that will keep us alive