Giving Up.

Alone, at home with the door locked, music up.
I sing along.
Pass the time, train my voice.
Play guitar.
Sitting naked on the floor in my living room, drawing.
Clothes are overrated.

I pick up my phone, write a poem. And put it up.
I Comment Stuff.
Pass the time, train my brain.
Play tetris.
Sitting here filling my iPod to the brink,
music.
So much music.

I need 240 gigs. No less!
I need an iPad with iTunes U.
I need a recording studio.
I need a car.
I need money.

I need a woman.
I need someone to entertain me.
I need someone who'll love me.
I need a kid.
I need a life.

Some day yes.
Tomorrow no.
Today it was not.
Tomorrow it won't.

Weekends I search.
She's not there.
Next weekend maybe?
Some day she'll be there.

Another day it wasn't.
Another day in pain.