the Man is no longer a Man in this day and age he is a strange Middle-Aged Boy an Aging Adolescent hair going grey with the hours whittled away on Xbox video games
the Man that is a Man is of a bygone age The Real Man in the films of old Age-ed Anachronism strong and proud and brave standing tall to face the day and keep the wolves at bay
that I am a Man-who-is-not-a-Man a product of this modern age has vexed my Heart and Soul my Arrested Ascension how can I always play when a Real Man works all day but really who's to say?
the Boy is also a Man in our culture at this stage in truth both young and old Advancing Adolescence we get to play our lives away yet still have bills to pay the balance of the middle way
I am a Boy and I am a Man by internal and external age work only to play is my road an Admirable Aspiration that I get to live My Way a little boyhood every day is the great gift of this age
**** it I'll be okay
First stanza came to me in a flash. Tried to make the rest of the work repeat that structure. Feel like it ultimately obscured the message and might have made it a bit difficult to understand. Might have to try to get this one out again in a different way sometime.