When boredom hovers ‘bove me, like a heavy desert sun
Matte painted ceiling clouds shade me ’til the minute’s done
This period’s weary wanderer wanders to the colored skies
His weary thoughts they travel when he travels with his eyes
Where green and purple fish link arms with their tails
And psychedelic triangles are bordering with rainbow snails
And zigzag blue and orange swirls make flowers in the park
And the yellow Batman insignia for when the night is dark
And then a loud and frankly mad voice calls me from the front
With flaming eyes and soon my skies are nothing but a stunt
As I re-attention my wandering eyes to what’s below my rainbow skies
I find that what was once a wonder in my boredom dies
