Boredom is not what you should feel

When firefighters rush to the scene.

I should feel, I do feel,

But it’s weak, it’s lean.

I don’t like it,

But whenever anything does anything,

I go away, cigarette lit,

Into my mind, quite empty, for something.

Unreal, floating away,

Dissociate with me,

What do you say?

It’s like I can’t really see.

Sure, I can feel,

But it isn’t really there,

Sure, I can’t taste this meal,

But I can’t really care.

I wonder why?

I wish I could feel strongly,

But I can’t, at least tell me, why?

I feel it all wrongly.

I don’t sleep,

Or yell,

Or weep,

Even though I’m going through hell.