What comes from boredom.

I don't pretend to be a poet. But then again, I wrote a poem, so by definition I am a poet. So let me rephrase, I don't pretend to be a talented poet. Alas, I'm willing to embarrass myself. I'm not really sure it makes sense or flows. Oh well. Regardless, enjoy.

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Here I am a-gain

Feeling that same old pain

When will it go away, when will it go away

What is all of this for

This constant knocking at the door

When will it go away, when will it go away

A feeling of needing more

'Cause this life is such a bore

When will it go away, when will it go away

Now you've shown me what I'm worth

What a treasure to unearth

It doesn't go away, it doesn't go away

This bewildering love I must share

Give others a new breath of air

It doesn't go away, it doesn't go away

Lord, thank you for this passion

May it always be my mission

Don't let it slip away, don't let it slip away

~Andrea Haley

Until next time...