Boredom
all of my toys
I have become weary of

I don't really want to go outside
and nothing sounds like fun

I will tell you what has taken place
I have sold myself
to the Spirit
and money was the sacrifice
and it has caught up to me
and is challenging fate

I have spent many a moon
refining and cleaning the spoil that I have

But now I fear that love has left me
because there is no one here with whom I may meet, talk, know, and laugh

Even the spoil before the Promised land
has been fully taken up
perhaps this is the happening
of which I may now contextually enter in
and inherit from God
that my flesh may prosper
and pleasurably sup

My rhymes are repetitive
and I don't wish to further the cup

Also stretching these dollars
has met it's end
of which I now occupy
down to the fibers of my bone and flesh
I conclude that this is enough

May God give me what is sufficient
to obtain providence
spirit, soul, and body
and may He give me an abundance
that I may partake along with way
and not know poverty
for His Promise is the kingdom of heaven
and may it come here on earth
finding me a good and faithful servant
He knows all that is in my heart