Lassitude

This overhauling boredom,
Belongs to all of us.
Me, certainly,
All the while,
Most of the time.
While I look at the wall,
And break the fall.

It is a familiar burden.
I meet it everytime,
With a greeting.
Dear old friend.
How often we speak,
Disciplined,
Like morning prayers.

And after we have spoken,
I feel spent,
Hardly evolved.
Ending where it began.