I'm bored of blue skies.

I'm bored of art, music, poetry, fantasy, movies and writing.
I'm bored of breathing, walking, talking, dancing, laughing and crying.
Bored of train rides home alone, bored of trying to understand.
Bored of remembering my dreams, bored of begging for dreams I can't have.
I'm bored of feeling.
I'm bored of drugs, alcohol, relationships, bars, clubs and pointlessness.
I'm bored of hugs, whispers, kisses, smiles and carelessness.
What to do when there's nothing to do,
What to do when you can't spend time with you.

The days go by...
I really dont know why...
Is any of it worth it?
These humid wet dark days...
Shall I forfeit?
You're promise of hope,
gone with the uncaring wind...
You leave me standing, wondering...
Is any of it worth it in the end?

By the seashore is where I want to be,
Enveloped by the sweet symphony,
The rush of the surf, the whisper of the wind,
All in one place congregate.
With the vast unknown set before me,
The rising sun high in the sky,
and a warm blanket of sand, side by side.
The welcoming hiss and spray of the sea,
All wondrous to me.
With the feeling of an ever broader world,
and a warmth so amorous and familiar, I dare to call my own.
Within me does swell,
a pool of translucent purity, and a soft cascade of clarity,
Do I feel at ease?
The resonance of life in every breath,
the elegance and spirituality within the deep blue,
does hold my heart in a grip of everlasting affection,
for this beautiful world, I have discovered by the shore.

The world I dream of,
is one with the welcoming sun.
The warm touch, the fresh and liberating
wind,
the sense of all things on earth
alive and green.
With that ever mystic feeling
of complete purpose and state of total fullness.
I must confess, I am close.
I feel my mind wrapping around the
truth.
Feeling every curve and detail,
prying to get inside.
Soon,
Soon will I be inside,
and hope that what I find
is the one truth of all things.
The one that will set me free,
and reveal the true meaning of,
Eternal Peace.