I’ll never let the monotony of neglect,
lull me into boredom,
persuade me into comfort.
I cannot associate with bored people,
they’re too dishonest to admit,
There is always something to do,
a lesson to learn,
a page to read,
a mouth to feed,
a bill to pay,
something to fix.
has occupied me,
from the moment I became aware,
of my lowliness.
When my ego stood broad shouldered as I,
cold stared me in the face,
and put up its fists,
I knew boredom,
would become a word that left my vocabulary.