Give me the boring
and I'll thrive on it
Give me monotony
and I'll run with it
For I cannot afford
another day without grace
with your enormous rage
and superficial smiles
with your fictitious characters
dancing on the line
Give me the dead and the rotten
And I'll grow on it
Give me the ruins of an empire forgotten
And I'll build a home with it
For I cannot stand
another day of the race
with a pocket full of obligations
an engineered existence
with all that glamorous deviation
from the truth of life
Am I missing
the plot
the chase
the gold
and the great?
"it'll come to ya",
they say
"the thing"
perhaps,
I don't know
I heave a sigh
Man, just---
Give me the boring
and I'll thrive on it
That is all I ever
wanted.
