Boredom of a poet

I once measured the sea with a ruler...and counted the sand with a weight scale...

I once captured smoke and grabbed it with my bare hands....

I once imagine i was Jesus
I imagine i could heal-I saw my life wrote in a book
And my death celebrated for years...

I once told myself I was an astronaunt, an astrologer, a magi...
I found stars, wrote poems, and created galaxies of notebooks in the sky...
And then I woke up
and realized it was all boredom of my imagination
Things that are thought up
When the poem takes it's time 2 come to you....