There was little more than boredom and a rumor of a war.
And 2 days of the weekend, I just didn’t know what for.
So I searched for deeper meaning, as I nodded off to sleep.
And took it all as gratitude for the lessons were not cheap.
I remember when I used to drink and that raging faceless whore.
The party that was out of reach and the need for just one more.
I took it to the limits of, I nearly lost my mind.
There were bruises and concussions and lost keys I’d never find.
Now I suffer from the Boredom, but the pain it isn’t long.
I still don’t suffer fools too well and can admit when I am wrong.