A jack of all trades, but master of none.
I always lose track before the race is done.
You've just started this project, I'm already on the next one.
This task has lost its fun.

"I can't sit still. "
They offer a pill,
It takes off the edge and the also the thrill.
My blank stare gifts your spine a chill.
My mind thoughts, that another would ****.

Speak your mind, but choose your words wisely.
Your ideals must match ours precisely.
Lean even slightly right your career looks dicey.
But paint on a rainbow grin and you'll fit in nicely.

My soul beats ******* my hollowed husk
Veins vastly ventured by my pumping blood.
Inner rage riddles my raw, ripe wounds.
I scream blatantly, howling at dusk.

A Warrior, a beast, a four eyed freak.
A battle, a feast, a belittled geek.
My blue colored safe space torched and burned.
A Red blooded sence of grace honored and earned.

Conversation and Revelation a thing of the past.
Shouting and yelling or at best a gasp.
Others stagnation source my frustration and close fast my clasp.
You're setting my ways, an old man steadfast.

We have lost what we've won.
Cast out below a dying sun.