The Boredom of Sentience

Staring into the mirror,

Spinning idly the office chair at my side

with an absent hand.

I sit bored, waiting to die

like everyone else.

I fill my time with nothing activities

nothing art.

nothing creativity.

Without belief, there is only nothing.

The mirror again: What a waste of

a great creature,

a fine biological wonder,

a natural beauty,

to sit, spinning a chair.

I am at my best in love.

I feel alive when I hate.

With no one for either, I sit

and wait my turn to die,

like everyone else.

A waste of natural beauty

spinning an office chair.