Boredom

this life bores me;
but what is it that i crave?
perhaps the sweetness of the breeze
passing through the door,
only to be gone again
with no regards to that which
is around it at all.
this life's great loneliness
settled deep inside my bones,
i wish for this craving to be gone.
i can only hope,
for i have no control,
i cannot decide for myself,
when this boredom will end.