Boredom, cancer of the mind
Bringing forth bodily danger
No release can I find
As thought invades like a stranger
The point where time stands still
No one to see, nothing to do
At this moment nothing has any thrill
It seems an age since my imagination last flew
Maybe doing something stupid will speed up time
As a child boredom was removed by playing in dirt
Blood sounds like fun, reaching for a sharpened dime
Something stupid is right, the only question is 'will it hurt?'
©Josh West
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