Waiting for a sign (part two)

Dear God,

Show me the MONEY, show me the
MONEY!

The spiders in my bathroom
are getting bigger, hungrier,
I can't afford to feed them, and
OSAP's on
my ass.

I drive on the road, on my way to many
places,
I hold my girl friend's hand, in shame...
My dad's a good
businessman, not I.

But why, But why?

I hold a heavy heart, my eyes are blind.
Too proud to accept
second prize.
Ashame, I refuse to pass by.

But why, but why?

Victory over self
is the simple solution,
My vices
have yet to let go of their grip,
Show me the MONEY! Where is the MONEY?

I have minus 30 000$ to spend on
groceries
But I just won a medal for academic excellence
And they all loved my
Powerpoint presentation

Sure, lots of love is coming my way,
But I can't feed the damn spiders in my bathroom,
They are getting angrier,
and hungrier. Pretty soon, they will eat me.

I read Indian
literature, and the Bible, and
Brian L. Weiss (M.D.)
Victory over self is the simple solution,
God, what is my confession?

"Everything is made out of
sand, even you.
All there is left at the end of the day, is your
consciousness, in Me,"

You tell me, You tell me!

But I
have bills to pay...Earth is knocking at my door.
I am anxious, I'm
tired, I'm annoyed.
Take away this monster my Lord!

"Everything in time, you will see
I have a plan for you
my son, a great plan
It is beautiful, It is beautiful!"

I need faith my Lord,
My bathroom is full of spiders, Evil surrounds
me
How can I come closer to Thee?

"Say my name, and I'll
be there,
I'll open your eyes, you are almost ready."

ALMOST...I'm tired of ALMOST. For the past 7 years all I had
faith in was "ALMOST"

Such success, academics...all sand! What does it
mean, when it all turns to sand?
My debt doesn't turn to sand. It appears
more real, more so than You Lord.
I believe in
You, but

Show me the WAY, show me the
WAY.

Sincerely,

Your blind son