• Sitting there, ranting about the things you could have done,
    Yelling about the things that you should have done,
    Screaming about how things are, but should be.

    You argue that the world isn't what it used to be,
    And yet you say that things should be changed.
    That the world can't make up its mind.

    You like to contemplate how society can be improved,
    Yet you yearn for the values of the past.
    That the people are fickle.

    I can't complain much, though.
    I mean, no matter how much the times change,
    You always stay the same.

    You rant, you argue, you quarrell,
    Trying to explain your point...
    And your point is?