A Conversation with Boredom

Boredom, boredom, why must you be so prevalent?

You're lurking around every corner waiting for me, waiting for me to do, well, nothing.

You seem to be my closest friend yet here I am attempting to dislodge you from egotistical and erratic self.

You're everywhere and yet, no where.

You're like that song that I have stuck in my head yet I fail to remember the lyrics.

Boredom, boredom, are you even there?

Are you there to comfort me when I am alone?

Are you there to listen to me when I need an ear?

Are you there to encourage me to actually do something?

Boredom, boredom just leave me alone.

Get away from me on this dreary of days.

Get away from me I don't want you to stay.

Get away from me, my life is so incomplete.

Boredom, boredom tell me what I must do!

Am I to go and tell the world of my longings?

Am I to run towards hope until my legs give out?

Am I to love the ones I hate as I love my mother?

Boredom, boredom give me the answers!

Give me the answer to my purpose in life!

Give me the truth to who I really I am!

Give me a reason why I wake up every morning!

Boredom, boredom don't go away!

Who will I turn to when I need advice?

Who will comfort me when I need a hug?

Who will catch my tear before it hits the ground?

Ah, my old friend, don't go away.

Come, sit down, and stay...