I'm getting used to getting old
But where's my ambition
Days of omission I feel
Broken down inside
Because my words seem to be trite
Adding To the overwhelming

Always a question of truth
Your truths, they question my efficiency
Impact - The words you can't hear
Shocking - The words I can't write

Recycled words don't justify...
None of these words suffice
Searching for the sharp words
To drive the message in
I put the last words down then I begin

To question the truth
Your truths, they question my efficienty
Impact - The words you can't hear
Shocking - The words I can't write