Lack of people contact drains confidence
Its not there when you want to use it
Like an empty gun
Making you the deer in the headlights

The blended grey days leak ability
And enthusiasm
Fix the toilet, mow the lawn
Or just sit and stare

The lies on paper grow wider
In order to gain attention
And once given scream ‘fraud’
As you stumble to convince the unbelievers

Work for yourself
The old mantra repeats
But where are the clients
The ready takers for your services

Going over the edge
It’s not a rapid movement
But you can see it coming
From the first day it started