Coffee And Cigaretts

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 efficiency
Impact the words you can't hear
Shocking the words I can't write