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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Boredom | from Joe H - Friday, December 13, 2002 accessed 1798 times Couldn't sleep one night and started reflecting on how much I hate living in one place for so long. Lying in a bed I know too well Trying to sleep and just ignore the smell Of all the things that haunt me in the day Until at night they all come out and play They all have made their place within my mind But of them, familiar boredom's all I find When my surroundings never seem to change To know my world this well can seem so strange Within my mind is always deja vu I don't know if I'm seeking something new Or have I just too much imagination? Till images that grow in contemplation Become more real and yet they never seem More tangible than any in my dreams And sometimes deep inside there is the thought That once I knew it and I just forgot Is it my fault my paradise is lost? Does lonely freedom carry it's own cost? No, I think heaven is right here and now 'Cause I've always looked back and wondered how I didn't see the beauty 'till it went And all the joy and happiness were spent It's possible to live within the past And long for anything to take you back Or wait for better days to come along Like Christians singing their celestial songs But if to you our world is just a bore Your foolish heart will always long for more And bliss itself will fail to give you joy Just like a child who has too many toys Yet always wants another and he gets More junk and piles up enormous debts His happiness he borrows loan by loan He has no joy or peace to call his own So much surrounds the emptiness within That's why the love of money is a sin For it distracts the mind from greater things So tragic, the insanity it brings So know this: heaven is a state of mind And the only savior you will ever find Is you |
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