As the sun
is driven from the day
and the bugs beging to play
there is a stillness
a quietness
that everyone knows as evening
the time to eat
and relax before tommorrow
sitting around
waiting to go to bed
work done
nothing much to do
but wait
yet it seems like its always the same
it never changes
as the evening comes
the boredom comes with it
always the same
as the sun stretchs off into the distance
and the temperature goes down
the feeling of boredom
the feeling of evening
it comes upon us
not fast
not quick


slow

making us wait
making us sit and watch
contemplatively bored
so we have time of thinking
of just how were going to do it tommorrow
always the same
no different
always evening
always waiting for the next day
where we'll have to just do it all again