Like a mole in a hole ?

Boredom is a blandness of absolutely nothing to do whilst sat scrutinising that familiar four wall view..a humdrum mundane amidst a commonplace where everyday is the same without any memory trace..

Nowhere to go and nobody to see as one yearns for excitement and longs to be free..Boredom can strike in the dead of the night lay in a dark room all alone in one’s plight..Stuck in a rut of a rirual routine, with sad similarities of sameness betwixt and between..Where there is only a repetition that shadows your soul as your spirit is buried like a mole in a hole..