passing thoughts of boredom

i laugh a chuckle at myself with this perplexed emotion.
like a single wave of the sea
to be overturned by the next.
a calm, patient confusion
urging to be written and misinterpretted.
whilst wishing for a change to be as how it used to be.



i was interrupted,
and so now a new wave has turned.
leaving me in a state of consciousness limbo.
maybe i'm just tired,
a day-time insomniac.
why is sound more like noise the less you rest?
depriving you of the sleep you need the most.
now.

why must i insist on being an impatient observer?
or a restless inquirer?
tending to see things as the way they should be
rather than how they are.
an unsatisfied evaluator,
that's what i am.

now the wave of loathe make way for blank.
realization of the past thoughts i have recorded.
waiting to be read and misunderstood.
so learn the next...