Bored
Bored of being ourselves
Starring endlessly at what may lie in front of us
Unaware of the joy thatΒ΄s being missed from us
In the making we were
Until we became tired
Tired of being ourselves
To this cruel world we take part in
The key might be us
But until we shape ourselves as a key
We cannot help us escape into freedom
- The shadow in the light






















