I fear the words; I fear the silence
And children do things they giggle about
Again and again, looking for that rush
Hedonistic to their mark and I
Search it too but boredom
Becomes one of the great enemies
They talk of intelligence
And I do recall it in you friend but
My mother said a thousand years ago
If you are bored find something to do
Quite a strong existentialism
Although she would then and now
Have no idea what I mean by that
And is Satre something to eat
Well, I read against boredom, waiting
For the times to leave for good
And only return on my terms
What should I tell you what happiness is
Not priming you too far; being judgemental
It is different for anyone at anytime
Still I feel it being one with a moment
No will to be somewhere someone else
Might it be help enough for you
Finding your own steps to that place