Are we looking for love?
I hope to feel love or be loved

Almost 30 years now
On this Earth

I haven't really felt it
Sure there have been people that cared
There are people I love
My friends are important

I once loved a woman
Or thought it was love
Or something intense
Mixed feelings I had
I'm not sure what

But she didn't love me

I am learning
Learning I will never meet anyone

I will work and work endlessly
Nothing will come
Except more times

The emptiness of existence

When I was in preschool
I sat in a chair crying
Crying for mom
I didn't play with others

Now I'm not crying

I will probably never meet
That really good friend or partner

I'll probably always be alone
That's okay
I have the times
I keep the times
Almost 30 now

Strange
Ultimately it seems
As though I am swept away in life
Making decisions but ultimately

It is all predetermined?
Like some matrix program
Program earth
Four seasons in a year

I have myself
There is always the self
Know yourself
And love yourself
2015 now

I am strong
I am strong
I do not need a woman's love or touch

Some men do
I am not like them

All day on the driving range
Hitting golf *****
Alone
Alone again
I am still here alone
Me and myself and I
Alone, Alone, Alone
This is earth my home

I will not retire
I will work until I die
This is my home
Earth is my home
I am a soldier of this life

Just one time
I wanted to feel love
Stupid
Dreams dreams stupid dreams
Fantasies

Embrace the reality
The cruelty of it all

America is crumbling
The middle class dream over
I see hard times
Hard times on the horizon

I am a warrior of this earth
Of this life battle
Battle on
Battle on
I do not fear

Once I cared for someone
She did not care for me
It was then I learned
Don't trust people
They will only hurt you
People will only hurt you

I have a few friends

I'll probably never meet that good friend

When's Jesus coming back?
Who knows

Transhumanism, Posthumanism
That stuff is ******* up

In my heart I still believe in Jesus
The one who overcomes

Alone Alone
At the gym alone
At the driving range alone

Driving alone
I love the times

Life is not sweet
Our dollars are not worth much anymore

When the hard times come
When the terrible times come

I will be ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready I will not falter
I will not fail

My grandfather was a solder in WWII in North Africa

America you are doomed
The American dollar finished
There is no economic recovery

Prepare Americans prepare
The government will not be there for you
Hard times coming