My desperate attempt to avoid being bored.

My shallow attention isn't the problem.

My exception is sleep, not because I'm lonely, or sad.

My mind finds no meaning, nothing worth my time.


So my time is worthless too.

I don't need to be happy, I don't need to be anything.

So anything will do.


But that wasn't enough for you.

I couldn't answer you then, and I sure as hell can't now.

But I know that your response would be just as cold as this stone.


My self-aware state of mind has grown rusty.

My tell tale signs were erased.

My exception is sleep, not because I'm lonely, or sad.

My mind finds no meaning, nothing worth my time.


So my time is worthless too.

I don't need to be happy, I don't need to be anything at all.

So anything will do.


But I've grown tired of speaking.

I don't notice any reason for it.

But I don't notice much at all.