Walking in the rain/drama on the mind

The inadequacy of myself, unable
To confront those energies that embody what
I thought existence might be about but it
Doesn’t truly happen and here I am
No wiser in the last ten years than in the first
Ten nothing kept handy the ambitions of
Youth burned to a short ordered perfection
And too few walks in the woods while
The fiddler played an angry lay like most
Of mine and some of yours we walked
Away the sheltered ignorance uncontested
Like a conservatives world view ego-driven
And looking for a likely woman driving
By so very eagles in the fashion of what
Most thought the 70s were truly about
The days jerk me around.
I jerk myself around. The chicken choked
And the jokes remembered the frizzed
Armor of the old time girls everything
Incompetent down this loud old time story.