Ninety seven percent
Of my consciousness
Is not free
Lord help me!
I`m secretly
Dying of boredoms
And futilities
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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This one cries of age. I too am old but seldom bored. Futility that's another issue.
So, the vast majority are already old then, Soren?! Thanks for dropping by.
Don't know about the majority but I am. Your are very welcome my friend
Mutley, haha…that is a brutally efficient diagnosis. 😂 Ninety-seven percent occupied by boredom and futility feels suspiciously plausible some days. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Some days are better than others! (Do you remember that song?) The work goes on.....
This seems a common ailment these days... not much of a utopia out there!
Maybe there`s never been one out there?! Well, back to work....
That prayer-song seems like the first step out of uselessness and boredom. I wish so many people would pray like that.
Prayer-song? I like it! Thanks for dropping by.
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