Boredom is a foreign emotion to me
Impatience I know well
but boredom eludes me
Even now, here, with nothing
really to do, boredom only
occurs to me as a stranger,
passing by - as concept -
through my stream of consciousness
We try to identify one another -
"Maybe I am bored? Come hither,
Boredom, let me recognise you..." -
but to no avail
Boredom appears to me as a mere shadow,
weak and superficial - a faux emotion.
Lacklustre.
A word, an excuse, masquerading
as emotion.
A façade beneath which something much
deeper lies
Those aware of this deeper, real
emotion - present always -
can never feel true boredom
and are thus doomed to a life
without this excuse
However, perhaps blessed
with a life where façades are self-erected
(and thus boredom is a convenient choice,
not a state of being)
