I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - | |
Days ofomission | |
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite addingto 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 wordsto drive the message in | |
I put the last words down then | |
I beginto question the truth |