Sometimes I feel bored

All the people
All the places
All the things

All the same

I descend
Into fantasy

Seeing new things
Having crazy dreams

Often too far i go
Destroying my flow

Sinking and falling
Into myself

Looking
Searching
Reaching

For something new

Then cross my mind
Death comes through

Certain of a promise
Of everything new

Stagnation then sits
Just as rust pits

Coming ever closer
To destruction

But

I choose to stay
Now and everytime before

No two things
Are ever even remotely the same

Only the place
From which they came

There is always infinity more
And it is me

That makes me bored