Boredom

It's sweeping the nation, that's a fact. From England to Ireland and all the way back. From the US to the ES from Canada too. From him, and me and ludacriss too. Everyone one has it some point in their life. Is it a disease, a virus, a beating, a strike? Is it punishment for what we have did wrong, bound to be bored almost all day long? It never goes away even when you sing a song. It lurks when you have nothing to do. When you are trying to get peace and tranquility too. It starts at dawn and doesnt die 'til moon. 'Til you are asleep, 'til you have bloomed. It's creeping on me it's lurking very near. It's consuming my brain with absolute fear. It's taking over my insides, it's trying to capture me one more time. It leaps, it jumps vine to vine, it finds you when you have nothing to do, and nothing to find. When you are sleepy and can't get asleep, it hears your cries and drifts you to thee. It's powerful, strong, everlastingly young. Watch out, it's near, Boredom has come.

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