Holes

Holes…everywhere, I slide by ‘em, scared of ‘em, damn there’s a bunch of ‘em.

Anybody else see them?

Small ones-pockets of unhappiness-finances-annoying people…

Huge ones-black with disappointment-regrets-being untrue-…

What the hell is a guy to do?

Play the game, avoid the hole!

Pretend, fake it.

Well not today, gonna walk right into one, let it swallow me up,

Can’t play today its cold out there,

bullshit flyin’, jive talkin’, makin’ me sick!

I envy the game players, they do it so well, with their

relationships, jobs, houses, families,

Winnin’ and grinnin’.

I hate them too, how do they do it?

Can’t they see the holes?

I see them, I like them, they are true.

I wanna be TRUE!