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 ?