BOREDOM (AN EMOTIONAL JOURNEY)

LISTENING IN ON HOW JADED PEOPLE ARE ABOUT THEIR SUPPOSED PASSION
GETS ME FED UP WITH HAVING TO LISTEN TO THEM IN THIS FASHION
UNINTERESTED WITH WHAT MOST PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY
WISHING TO BE SOME OTHER PLACE MORE FASCINATING OR JUST TO HAVE A BETTER DAY
TIRED FROM HAVING TO EXPLAIN WHY I SEARCH FOR MORE
WHEN ALL I REALLY WANT OTHERS TO DO IS JUST PLEASE WALK THEMSELVES OUT THE DOOR
BORED TO TEARS WITH SUCH IRKSOME FUTILITIES
WEARY OF THE ACCEPTANCE OF LACK OF ABILITIES
TURNED OFF BY MY OWN SELFISH UNKNOWINGNESS
TEDIOUSLY SEARCHING FOR MY NIRVANA OR IS IT CALLED SELF BLISS?
AN OBSERVATION OF THE WORLD-WEARINESS IS VERY DISCONCERTING
CONFUSED TO THE POINT OF BEING INTROVERTED AND PAINFULLY HURTING
PERPLEXED BY THE IDEA THAT ONE COULD BE IN A STATE OF BOREDOM
ALARMED AT THE FACT THAT A WHOLE SOCIETY COULD BE SO IN THIS KINGDOM
IT’S TIRING TO HAVE SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO SEARCHING FOR SELF TRUTH
SOMETIMES WILLING TO ACCEPT THE UNBEARABLE TO SOOTH
BUT THEN AGAIN THE WAY OUT IS THE WAY THROUGH SO I’M TOLD
THIS IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET THROUGH THIS BORED PHASE AND NOT FOLD