strife of the innovator

That's sort of the thing with the world,
you get older and you think
with the freedom from getting in
trouble for the truth everyone
will be open
and
not fear it.
but then we have fear of
disappointment and failure
that fuel the fire of disillusionment
and over time this process has become and infrastructure so big
that those that chose to work outside of it are insignificant 
and find them selves lonely in crowds
and competing for naught

those of us that are outsiders are punished with our own doubt
minds clouded by the economic wrath on our innovation
the social wrath on our exclusive radical nations
hurt because we are an after thought this great 'haven'

Broken after the cruel thick humoring of our brain children
 that don't stack the capital and promote diversification
Unsteady once our children can hardly eat off our slave wages
The youngest of us looking to soffocate the light of the spirit that
  differentiates us in an effort not to feel empty

I feel like a swordsman with a sword that lacks in reach.
He is a nomad because there is no place he can see to lay his head.
She sees no reason in competing in a race when she is not a runner.

But we have no place.
 we are alone