Boredom Of Emotions

Boredom of emotions
The trains that roll on and on.
The sound of the tracks that keep you occupied but not involved.
The moments that stroll instead of falling away, layer after layer
To tell the truth and never be finished
Its all absurd as far as I can see
But it is’nt very far with the drunken me sinking.
Sinking in my sofa, my thoughts of her, troubled and unsure

Whatever happened to the childhood I spent?
A past without a start
A voice that hurts to have.

They never get tired
Never ready for living
A past without a start
Boredom of emotions

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