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