Boredom

Don’t think of the reasons why this won’t work
Don’t conjure the problems, dig up old dirt
It’ll be right for the time
Sometimes not winning is right
Don’t count precisely the fall of the beat
Don’t try to redeem the number of repeats
Patterns are always in sight
Patterns and progress are nice
But if all of your complaints
Are of all your complaints
But every mondern kind
I don’t count that lucky
But you might feel lucky for a while
Don’t look with affection
Don’t try to be sure
There’s nothing to bide that’s not been tried before
Cause when you’re at last on your own
Have been criticized all you have known
And if all of your complaints
Is still all your complaints
You still modern kind
Maybe you’re lucky
But look at what you’re still hanging on to
I don’t come that lucky
Do you?