Bored and Restless, So What Boring day. Terrible to feel it Worse still to admit it Bored and restless can't feel my pulse, so what there's nothing else Our dog whines and whimpers at the Slightest sounds outside— He moans and hurries to my side wishing to be my guide but Unsure whether to protect me he move oh so cautiously. Boring day. Terrible to feel it Worse still to admit it Bored and restless And nothing. else I can't even feel my pulse In our lives, something maybe all: mine, yerz There are these empty holes That we see Or don’t see That we wish to fill now or later at least that is our goal {bridge} I don’t know but I tend to think we flirt with killing we all need so much filling— Sex, drink, drugs, talk, arguing, Politics, family, Holidays, daylight savings time— We long for something We can’t quite name and may not know we long for just the same. Boring day. Terrible to feel it Worse still to admit it Bored and restless so what And nothing else I can't feel my pulse Bored and Restless— So what? So what.
