Boredom

I can’t do it no more
Running in circles
Stuck in this rut
5 miles deep
Under the sea
Like Atlantis
Let me see
Get me out
From behind this smeared tech
I want out
I’m sick of it
Bored of not living
Let me spread my wings and
Fly to Cloudsdale
Have a cider with my pal Dash
But no
I can’t
I’ll just sit here
Banging my head against the wall
And living in my own perfect world





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