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.
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