Oh, my life! What a Life! What era am I living in? All ready to set aboard on the field, But reaching there only fills me with guilt. Girls and boys all zoomed out, In their own world of fantasy, Gadgets in their hands for free, And pressing buttons like a frenzy. Apparels on me and football ready, Gloves are worn but no smile to see, Why? Because the universe is so busy, On benches, they sit but eyes always sticking. Unsupportive and uncooperative, My friends seem alien and out of the sea, I feel like a maniac who's come to enjoy, But oh life! Maybe the decade won't let me survive. These are the days where I feel alone, sad and desolate, deserted since I was born, Oh! What a life! What a life! Glued to gadgets these people do survive.