The world of appearance…it comes, and it goes.
Ever changing, yet somehow, not really different.
Just an illusion of something other
Than what has previously been known.

It’s the adjusting to the changing appearance,
Watching the familiar become skewed ever so slightly.
Tricking the senses into believing what is there,
And in some fashion, brand new and undiscovered.

Eventually, in due time, matters run their course,
Becoming so-so with the new wearing thin
The certain seeking begins once again,
And the hunger ever so slightly starts to stir.

This cycle of the aforementioned has never gone away.
It is an endless round robin of rising and falling
In the universal consciousness of the One Divine Being.
It is the only source to ease the passing unrest of boredom.