Bored

Why can’t I be bored? Simply not having a need to do anything Lucid or dreamy without a thought Simply a thoughtless mind with nothing Yet... what has nothing to do got to do with boredom? I have things I need to do that I’m bored with always... With so much interchanging lives remixing in random Perhaps nothing to do did boredom strays... When we do have nothing to do... We do imagine and conjure a wonderment? With so much need for time to kill We are we ourselves our unknown torment That of things we have had constantly done Did boredom only arise from that need to do To be the maker of our own boredom we cannot outrun It becomes hard isn’t it?... to rethink what we knew We cannot obtain the need to be bored We have to have the constant motion in repeat Did you even want to have the abstained thought? Yet... it becomes that of which I now seek...