There  is a certain emptiness inside
I suppose it comes from
Mostly Always being alone

I'm tired of this
Tired of being broke

Month after month
No money
And I still can't find a job

This economy really *****                
Maybe I'll never find a job
Just sell my car
To pay off my credit card debt

Forget driving anywhere
Just set up permanent residence
In my parent's home

And I'm so tired
Of this house

Will I ever leave?

I'm angry
At our society
You work and work and work
An undergraduate degree plus sixteen months of education

Still no job
Can't even find part time
What a ******* up state California is

Well, at least there is golf
I love chippping and putting
Something relaxing about it

It requires great focus
Watching the ball take the break
Chipping underneath pine tree

Little finches hopping to and fro
Listening to my buddhist mantra

Golf is a beautiful game
A solitary game for the individual

I hope to meet a fun lady to play golf with
But maybe that is just a dream
I'll probably always play alone
And that's okay

I hope to meet a beautiful woman
Someone beautiful on the inside
To be friends with
Maybe that is just a dream

But a good dream indeed