What a Bore

My muscles are tensing.

I need to move,

I need to leave this place.

My life is mundane. 

My life is slow-paced.

I need something to happen.

My hands are shaking.

I need to scratch,

I need to get out of this skin.

My life is suffocating.

My life is caging.

I need something to happen.

My eyes are twitching.

I need to look,

I need to see something new.

My life is colorless.

My life is drab.

I need something to happen.

My head is aching.

I need to learn,

I need to know something about anything.

My life is unsure.

My life is randomized.

I need something to happen.

Please,

Let something happen.

Or this body, 

This pantheon,

This flesh,

This factory,

Will self-destruct.