Mundane Life

Existence has become merely biological

With boredom thoughts tend to turn diabolical. 

Time passes each day in the doing of nothingness.

Questions crop up but in answers nothing makes sense. 

Each morning a new dawn but my life merely a yawn.

In the chess board of life merely a pawn.

More is one melancholic blue

Wish I'd be one cuckoo from its nest who flew. 

When I look around people caught up in hustle and bustle

Where as I walk in leisure in the park and hear the leaves rustle. 

I don't need to slog for the bread yet of life I dread

I do know reality is nothing but thoughts which in the mind is bred. 

I escape into my own fantasy world

Where I am a knight with the words. 

It is not a fight but a game I play

In the process some time does pass and the boredom I flay.