Boredom

Sitting and waiting
Not sure what for
Perhaps an open door
I feel like I’ve been drug across the floor
No more
I must find what I am searching for
Boredom must cease to exist
It must make a grand exit
I want to find my mission
I don’t want to make a big decision
I wish it would be presented
I would know if it had ended
My mission must be clear
Like a ringing in the ear
Is it here?

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