When too bored I get
Seldom I do regret
The opportunity to get up
And knock some pigeons out
New always gets old
and old always gets bored
Nothing anymore
Seems to excite the neuron
Repetition is so dull
Makes life absolutely null
Been there, done that
What is so new about the act?
Same words, same path
Where is the fire and the wrath?
Even writing this is a task
Blowing away an empty cask
Boredom is inevitable
Pushing yourself is manageable
Go deeper and down
With everything in the town
Will find the new kingdom
And get out of the boredom..