I am so boring
and am easily bored
why isn’t the daily routine not enough for me?
why do I desire to think think and think?
I travel familiar roads, afraid I will lose something
along the way
I’m afraid to throw things away because I fear
I will need them one day
it’s hard to tell what is important and what is not for me
what is important?
I do not know at all
are we all ONE and shit
I do not know