You're stuck in this old soul,
not sure which
road to venture down.
Although some are
clear and safe.
The road with
thunder and lighting is often
the way to go.
It's all your eggs in
one basket;
but you're left  
with just the one.
You think yourself
a martyr but all in all you're
just killing yourself.
You're not ahead
of your time one bit,
You're long
passed it.