Boredom

Boredom

Every single day I do the same stuff
I am shaken early in the morning
My days start already boring and rough
In the traffic, I listen to the honk horning
I want to stop and yell: Enough!
Oh, my feelings, my brain, it is storming
I keep thinking of some guff
but like a robot, I keep performing
I won't take another rebuff

I'd like to feel more at ease
and I have to bring home the bacon
there are so many people I have to please
I find myself alone and forsaken
Society is somehow a disease
For another day, I am waitin'
they will come, days like these
Same stuff if I am not mistaken
I will search for something to appease
all despair that I've been taken ?

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