Boredom is a daily breakfast

We are drifting slow
to the edge of dying hopes
home is not a place of secure anymore
we all were too late
to express the love to all we've lost
we all were too late to star a new game
you're asking how to find the sense of life
but it had none from the very creation of world
the death is at least honest to us
you're asking how to get back your senses again
without selling yourself
for the smallest joy in the world
think about what we have lost
we're forcing ourselves
to run straight ahead
tortured by fate
alone in our unities
with grace, belief distorted and stretched
we're fighting and fighting with our own loneliness
trying not to get bored to death
say hello to the end of the days
say hello to the friendship with emptiness.