4 April 2020
Boredom I've moved every painting
put it on every wall
repainted every chamber
colours - I've tried them all
Moved all the furniture
to where it doesn't belong
I spoke every rhyme
and wrote every song. I talk to all my plants
and even answer for them
spiders are my best friends
as they're the ones that dance bugs I like as well they bring life to my hell
while birds on the sill
mock me with their will. I've read every papers
and re-read all books
still hoping for something greater
collecting all their hooks.
But those lines do not stay
for my head is on stand-by
the whole world seems grey
when it leaves its goodbye. The kitchen is my laboratory
pasta my rats
a thousand different sauces
countless aprons, hundred hats
to feel more professional
to feel like a champion
but I'm only an apprentice
the size of a champignon. When all this is over
I will change my life around.
I promise to get sober
to build life on solid ground.
Yes, I promise black on white
so be it, come what may. But then again...
I'm only writing my boredom away.
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