Thrilled to Death

In the distant future of today

It seems we have forgotten

How it feels to truly be

Bored

No quiet, no calm

No space alone with just your thoughts

We're desperate, terrified

of what those thoughts might speak

So we drown them out -

We pick our poison

And indulge in that instead, ad infinitum

Thrilled to death

In the hope that we filter out

The very thought of thinking about being

Bored

But we are mistaken;

It is not the villain we so erroneously

Make it out to be - 

From boredom comes the human spirit

at its best, most creative, most thoughtful

and those drowned-out thoughts

Which speak to us

might just hold something worth hearing.