Hopes and dreams
And blah blah blah

Most everything
They told me was wrong

I like to be alone

I'm not interested
In hearing others opinion
Of me

Why don't these people
Just *******?

I'm 32
I live at home

People do not understand
Emptiness

The world is emptiness
They spend their lives
Working like slaves

The infrastructure
Was already there

Born into a wealthy country
I don't need any more things

No No No
No No No
No No No

No to the work week

Wandering Wandering
I have reached 32

This is not a face
That will ever be loved
By a woman

By this point I have watched
Thousands upon thousands
Of hours of documentaries

Try to obtain a deep knowledge
On a particular subject
And study it in depth

For me it will be Afghanistan
From the Soviet Era
To the present

Well another lonely night
At Starbucks

Lol
The obnoxious music
Plays in the background

I'm not ordering a **** thing
Just here for the Internet

I don't work
And I don't care

Yep, others pay my bills
I cost about thirteen grand a year

Never bought into work
I have better things to do

Hot babes at Starbucks

If we ever do move out
It will be into a home
With a guest house

I'm 32 tomorrow
That old guy sitting
Parallel to me
Kept staring

It's all some type
Of automatic program

Poor work slaves
Material world
An illusion

I'll just watch my lecture
On Islamism
Here at Starbucks

She'll leave soon
The beautiful redhead
That is sitting across from me
At Starbucks

I've never had a woman sitting
Across from me
At a table like this

I'll remember how I
Looked up
To see her for the first time

She'll leave soon
I'll never have a gf
Let alone a female friend

Who cares
Life is a terrible thing

It can always get worse
And it will

I'm sick of this body imbalance

Who cares

One day I'll die

My old therapist
Lied to me
I don't care for her

Here she goes
She's about to go

Too bad
The most exciting thing
That happened
In my miserable day

She's texting her
Boyfriend or lover
I bet

She is still sitting there

I don't know why
I'm sure she will leave soon...

I don't work
I don't care

I hardly made any money
When I did work
So I figured
There was no point

I would rather read
At the library

I find these people
Obnoxious

I'll just inherit
Their assets
When they pass away

I hate this place
These people
Are annoying

Trump
Is he
The last American president?

"Abraham Lincoln is smiling
Knowing that Trump has come
To save America"

This according to some actor

I've learned not to care
What others think
And ignore
Their mean insults
Some people just ****

I love Bree
She is a good friend to me

She gets the munchies
I get them too

We have a good time chatting
Yes we do

We stick up for each other
When we are feeling blue

She was there when I felt sad
Her hug made me feel glad

She lives in Washington
I'm in CA
But she is just a keystroke away

Her taste in music really rocks
I'd like to buy her purple socks

Stay warm Bree
It's winter time
And I'm feeling fine

I love my home now even more
There are more chats with her
In store

Dear God in heaven
I do pray
Protect Bree and her family
Every day

My old therapist
Is so happy

Everyone is so happy
Except me

Forget her
I could care less about her

America going downhill
What a thrill

The more you love
The more you have
To lose

Little Walter
Sings the blues

"This is a mean ole world"

That song rings true

Sad and mean
Old world
Through and through

Well Jesus is Lord

Hollywood ******
In cars ******* ****

I'm alone again
At Starbucks

Are you shocked?

I'm always here
I'm hungry too

I'll just sit here
And watch YouTube
Nothing better to do

There are
A million programs
To choose from

I choose the emptiness
The emptiness is misunderstood

It lays low in silence

It is often mocked

Some choose to observe

Non self
They cannot understand

Emptiness cannot
Be described
Cannot be quantified
Or qualified

Is it limitless
And nameless

I see the same
Empty world

People acting
In an empty world

Consciousness the true reality
They spend their energy
To acquire material goods
At the expense
Of their health

Blah blah blah blah
I've heard a bunch
Of randomness conversations

A million different faces
I go here
Then there

All the things
They want
And try to be

I let the emptiness
Envelop me