Boredom

I begin the day and think life is become a boredom I wish I could break these chains and fly away to freedom The clock ticking away the time, staring at it wondering why Life has become such a boredom What gives meaning and purpose to life We beat to the tunes of a new day with our daily fife Groaning and mourning we go about wondering why Life has become such a boredom Where has that joy of living disappeared That zest with which our minds were geared Head bent low we go about wondering why Life has become such a boredom Is it because we no longer want to question The world imbued with chaotic contradiction Silently we await our fate wondering why Life has become such a boredom.