Boredom

There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,

A life going nowhere,

Like a dog trying to bite its own tail,

Or a boy smashing his toys against the floor.

There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,

Like a man, angry, beating the same wall,

Or a woman, tearing her hairs, one by one.

There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,

Like a drunkard trying to drink the last drop of his cheap whisky,

Or a loner talking about the strange, deep agony in boredom.

There is a strange, deep agony in boredom.