We have a fading interest in life,
As we sit in the chairs meant for
People years our junior.
Our impatient, blatant sighs fill the air of the room,
The click of fingers on a keyboard,
Bored fingers that cannot
Work any longer.
Our condescending stares pierce through our elders,
Pulling them apart,
Limb by limb.
These walls have captured us and we long to be free,
To conquer the world,
One step at a time.