Bored

I can scarcely remember
Yesterday’s happiness.
It is but an idea.

Mere specks of fading light,
They count for nothing.
Flotsam on the immensity of life.

…

Still searching
For a pursuit.
Still searching
For a reason to exist.

Give me relief from
These cycles of day and empty night.
The years are rolling past.

Give me something
Greater than myself.

Give me something, or
Someone
To love.