new glasses and god

Hand written signs- home is here-
Chewed up couches and shoes
worn out minds and estrogen over flowing

Busying with duty to add distraction
Ignored too often out of boredom
I need a goddamn hobby

Something new to breath into me
Role confusion, amusement for its
Own sake and I'm still dulled senses

what if the adventure is just being
Alive and loving what loves you
Instead of always seeking stimulation

A bored spirit is a sin in a world so
Fast and full and accessible...
I'm tired of access, I want mystery

The unfolding and discovery of something
Forgotten. A treasure dusty with age
And wanting to be lost, forsaken

But maybe the treasure is always right there
In the adventure of everyday things and maybe
I just need new glasses and god.