And here I am, standing in the warm sun,
My eyes are closed, dreaming of having fun,
The day is great but cannot be adored
For the simple reason that I am bored…
Do not ask me why this is happening,
Or to explain wherefrom comes this feeling,
I don’t even know what has gone amiss,
But somehow I cannot feel simple bliss…
Oh I am bored, though I want not to be,
Isn’t there anyone who can help me,
Fill my heart with things akin to wonder,
Excitement, and bring back the lorn thunder?
Neither sad nor depressed, just a bit blue,
Can you help me, at least to find a clue?