Narrow Focus, Idea Generation

My left arm goes numb and tingles now.
I try to shake it out like some wiped-out pitcher in the bottom of the ninth.
I don't know if this is the first engine rattle as a sign of too many miles.
Nor would I pay much attention if it was.
It's probably nothing spiritual.

We used to be electric punks.
You and I.
A couple of idealists.
Carving out ideas.
In an ideal-less world.
I'd say anything if it sounded like it came from the inside of an incinerator.

But your purpose is easy to find when your needs aren't being met.
Don't you ever forget that.
In fact, you can quote me.

Somewhere I began to care what people thought about the things I'd say.
That's when you find yourself rounding the corners.
Using painter's tape.
So they don't see the errant swipes.
God...you might as well tell your corner to throw the towel.

I don't feel old, but I may sound it.
Where I used to pick up the sword and slash away,
I'm more inclined to diplomacy.
It's not fighting harder,
But fighting smarter.
Rather.

I used to pick up the sword and slash away.
Don't wager bets you can't pay.