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 question my efficiency
Shocking - The words you can't hear
Impact - 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