Fugitive From Boredom
Escape the narrow white line
on the empty desolate road
on the edge of monotony lane.
Flee the eclipsed light to find
the crescent shaped moon
as lacework whispers break free.
Face the bravado of flight
as sunlight gives birth to prisms.
Wade out of screams of ennui,
tear open the boredom petals
and fling them into the breeze
releasing the trapped joy
shrouded in enchantment.
Vain Repetition
Every day is the same.
Hour after hour,
Minute after minute,
Second after second.
Isn't there any thing else?
Why am I living this?
Wasting so much time on
These vain repetitions?
Get up, eat, go to work.
Work the entire day.
Work to fulfill the wish
Of a life worth living.
Day after day after
Week after month after
Year after year only
To find myself back where
I had made my first step.
How many years it been?
How long until I break
From this pointless rhythm?
What was the dream I had?
Been so long that I don't
Remember anymore!
There are no hopes or dreams.
They have all been killed by
The vain repetitions.
Now I'm trapped in a life
Of constant ennui.
Never ending boredom.
