Days of boredom

Days of boredom

Oh these days of boredom,

how they twist my heart,

Over and over again I think about it all,

The once exciting is now steril,

I tried hard for this,

I worked to make a difference to get here?

What is it all for?

Why do we go so far to be in the same spot disappointed by the lens we are now looking through?Everything has lost its luster and shine

In this disillusioned state, It all just looks like work

boring pointless work,

It will add up in time, it will

but not soon enough.


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