I’m sitting here thinking about my earliest childhood years,

The ones I can’t remember that shimmer between laughter and tears.

Before the world introduced me to it’s sorrow and fears,

When everywhere was laughter without any cares.

As we got older we learned how to walk,

Learned how to run and then learned to talk.

We stayed in our heads and forgot about our heart,

We learned how to survive, as boredom became a lost art.

Watched our parent’s talk, learned how to gossip,

Took it all in until it all turned to vomit.

This isn’t a conspiracy but the world has been plotted,

The more we keep learning, the more we keep nodding.

Just nodding along in a mind where home feels out of place,

We feel all alone so go go go we constantly chase, like stars falling out of grace.

Like ghosts in a mist, drifting in a grave space,

Unseen by all we wander along with forgotten faces.

We try to slow down and stop, but we stop again,

Nothing to do when we’re still within, can’t get a grip on waiting,

So the mind keeps racing, till we’re back to life where we pretend,

We’re running forward with our feet stuck in cement.

Wired to compete, we live a life only half complete,

Hearts a stone wall enclosed in concrete,

Even though we agreed to eat the lies and deceit,

Life can be a bitch but it’s still a two way street.

One leads to heaven, the other to hell,

I wonder which one we’re on if we can’t already tell.

Inhale the flames of our burning shells,

Walking around in our own personal-hell.

Watery eyes overflow as we choke on all the smoke,

We think we’re woke, deep down we know that’s a joke.

Every word we heard spoke, follow along like they belong but,

A full life they done stole as we live this half life we call home.

We follow the horde with clipped wings, a kite that can’t soar,

We always want more only to add fuel to the war.

When we get to the other shore, we’ll turn around and see the door,

Explore the heretofore in the mystery of being bored.

The world may claim to be The Keepers of Secrets but, we are The Secrets Keeper,

One in one walking hand in hand with The Twilight Traveler.

Shake up the sleeper, believe in the us, for we are The Dreamers,

We’re all together, alone, The Silent Screamers.

Lost in a maze always looking for something to do,

Whether it’s 12 past 2, or the light of levitating dew.

Afraid to close our eyes and face the skewed view,

That boredom is The Silent Killer, bleeding in The Eye of Truth.

The constancy of global hypocrisy hides the whispers of Ennui,

The more we cerebrate we cut through and penetrate despondency.

Spiritual insolvency shatters as we embark on the path of harmony,

A symphony hanging loosely on the lips of a prophecy.

Where boredom became a lost art, leaving us scarred before it could impart,

The secrets of the heart before it became cold and dark.

That everywhere is the here and now, the spark that is the twinkling of stars,

Beyond the flicker of existence, floating on the breeze of thought, where every moment becomes a lesson taught!

As we let go, we purify, the burdens of doubt that once made us cry,

We open up, pry into the mind, find the hidden truths that multiply.

With clipped wings fixed we fly high in the sky,

Free and finally, mighty and wisely, we can live right, spending time timelessly, delightfully searching while observing,

The conversing and emerging of our souls destiny!

As we tread through the 5 aggregates in the halls of boredom, past sloth and torpor,

Sensory desire and ill will with the rest of our minds occupiers.

Restlessness, worry and doubt, the 5 abusers,

That steal our futures rewiring our brains, violating our mental receptors,

The way through has been passed down by ancient ancestors.

In the echoes of unspoken words, the flame of truth continues to burn,

Go in and have a seat in the silence of the open door.

Feel the words unheard that we must learn,

In the stillness of boredom the garden of our hearts bloom,

We transform the storm, learn the lessons of the unexplored, and know that we are everything and so much more!

—ŤerryŞalmon—