The Boring and The Bored

I. The Boring

scrolling.

isn't that

how all boredom

begins?

or is that

the end,

another symptom

of monotony

rather than

the exigence.

has the Boring

been around

since the beginning

of time?

were we created

from boredom

or was boredom

created from us?

still scrolling.

the Boring is

all around us

and we scroll

to keep it away

like an arcane ritual

of human sacrifice.

we raised the knife

to Time's heart

and cut it down,

an offering

to appease

the Boring.

we offer our souls

in the form of

double taps

tapping into

the collective

consciousness

until we have nothing

left to call our own.

the Boring

calls to us

stripping us down

with every click

until we become

one of the Bored.

II. The Bored

the product of

our monotony

soldiers in

conformity's army.

drowning in technology

we no longer know

what we were meant to be.

our purpose lost,

our time spent.

we've crawled too deep

into fantasy

and now we are

tired

of reality.

husks of a self

locked in a cell

we are the Bored,

bored of freedom

and so we seek

confinement.

for in prison we thrive off

the routine;

we get a place to live

a place to eat.

and even the misery

of bruises and beatings

scares us less

than the uncertainty

that comes

with living.

we've taught ourselves

to thrive in routine

forgetting in our hubris

that Change

is always

flexing his fingers

in our direction.