I am not the same person tonight As I was this morning Time moves slowly for me The hours drag on A constant sense of boredom consumes me I watch the hours go by as I feel my white blood cells turned to red Don’t take this the wrong way For life does not bore me I’m curious Passionate I love and I hate I’m simply referring to the neutral state between human antics I’m referring to the constant void that is my consciousness I’m unfamiliar with the definition of contentment Satisfaction is a boredom induced daydream how could I ever expect to sustain a satisfaction when within the 24 hours of the day I am 24 different people