Age is just a number
Or so they say to us
Yet age has its restrictions
And who decides what must
Be done or not at sixteen
Eighteen twenty one
If age is just a number
Can we not make our own minds up

No, religion is not true
But it sure is pretty to think so

Yes, I don't know what to do
But I can click a link though

The truth is that we all die
And then we are forgotten

But it's a truth for an indifferent sky
And a truth that's truly rotten