It used to be simpler. Workloads were lego and gameboys were bigger. The world was greater when rainbows were an end to be followed, by the intrepid and yelling storm-chaser.
How to spend my gains, when youth drifts further and further away? On more lego? The toyseller would laugh and say I was mad. So I shall show to the world that I am old- Swear on my quietly thinning soul, at rainbow's end I found no gold.