The Unsatisfying Water of a Cactus

Got up early and feeling surly and I don't wonder why Chest hair is curly and feeling burly I'm not going to lie There's only so much that I can touch and turn into gold I've got one crutch, things are as such because I'm getting old I've lost track and I've lost my knack guess I'm out of practice One man wolf pack, I'm thirsty I lack even the water from a cactus Bridges burning, world keeps turning as dusk grows near As I am learning and discerning I have more anger than fear Mental acrobatics and gymnastics take me to new heights No longer static, I am emphatic I have a goal in my sights Once in a while go the extra mile to see how far you can go Venom and bile are no longer in style but that you already know The last of the last who could still think fast is walking out the door The past has passed and the die is cast and all I want is more