In a boring day
Amidst the concubines
All in the palace shells
Roomed in the book
Cloistered from the rest
The king keeps slaves to himself
Just for that one fine day
When boredom sets in
Like the summer breaks into summer leaves
Untouched by water and spring
In a boring day
We cast aside our differences
Ignorant of each other's wealth
Tempered by our grace
Embracing our space
Accepting our distance
Cast out into the wilderness