Bored & Blessed

As the colored sparkles graced the night sky, all I could think was
"How boring"
How boring it was, how I felt no patriotism...
How I was simply bored.
This trip to my past, has been simply boring.
What am I looking for?
What am I seeking?
It's not here in my "home town"
It is in the air, while I fly,
In the ocean while I swim,
In the sun while I bask.

I imagine simplicity and joy,
While I live in complex limbo.

Bored with my past.
How had it been fun prior to who I am now?
I look back and wonder.

I'm here, and the most joy came from the waterfall I stood at the feet of today.
Nature soothes me.
Blessed

Bored.