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
    Your truths question my efficienty
  Impact the words you can't hear
  Shocking the words I can't write