20 Seconds from Boredom

When you live in your bed,

On 2^nd Avenue,

Looking up into space.

The world is all yours , and nothing else matters.

But the existence filling your head.

None of life’s problems are real,

Just inventions to fill up your life.

Enjoying the days stumble forwards,

Laughing at some privet joke.

All you have’s right before you,

Just you, yourself and the sky.

When you focus on death,

And you count every breath,

Your seconds away from boredom

Yeah 20 seconds away.

Day time or night time,

Seasons don’t mater

Only the voice in your head,

That’s miss understood,

With no real value ,

No vote,

And no fixed abode.

 I watch as the ants crawl below me,

Existing but no sense of why.

Going around these patterns

Pretending they have a life

 When you focus on death,

And you count every breath,

Your seconds away from boredom

Yeah 20 seconds away.

Hundreds and thousands,

Stuck to a doughnut,

Floating around, lost on space.

While on 2^nd Avenue,

It’s breakfast from dustbins,

Heat from a barrel,

And company all by yourself.

Existence, is like dust from a fairy,

Seeping right into my head,

Life isn’t life

Nothing means something

And all  thoughts are just worthless.

 When you focus on death,

And you count every breath

 Your seconds away from boredom

Yeah 20 seconds away.