Where does this boredom end?
On what steep hill must I bend?
To feel a sense of excitement again
To feel life rush through my veins once more
If my life was like a heart monitor
Me, myself, the utter wanderer  
Would have flat lined many moons ago
For I have lived a colorless life up till now
As grey as it may seem
Tints of color sometimes do spring
But always I find myself back where I started
Wishing for another exciting thing