Wasted

The last five years have been a bust
Of that I am very sure
For it seems depression is all that lurks
Sometimes I wonder if I will endure

For when I moved I was so full of hope
Graduate school, and advanced degree
Like McCartney's song Yesterday
I seem to have no cure

Volunteer for this volunteer for that
Always for anything but pay
Still debt so grows and my ignorance
No nothing I really can say

At least in California I had a job
If not completely sparked with joy
No it seems help from the state is my fate
Wind me up like a little toy

What makes it worse it that profession which was fun
Holds not a place for me
Except for every now and then in the class
What a sad state to be

So it would be very hard to suggest to any
Unless their capacity is greater then here
To engage in the field I once have chosen
Don't drown they self in one's fears