I do not like Hell.
It is not for me,
Nor I for it.
I do not like punishment,
Especially eternal.
I would get bored
Being always punished.

I do not like Heaven either.

It too is not for me,
Nor I for it.
I hate harps, and wings itch,
And halos tarnish;
And here too lurks boredom —
I would get bored being too holy.

But where is there to go?
I sin, so I should accept Hell
Or at least belong there.
I do good and am holy,
So Heaven fits me too.
But I get bored with both
Heaven and Hell.

But what is worse,
By my reasons, Life
Is also hateful,
For here, too, I get bored.
And that is a sin, they say,
Because life is alive and aware,
And boredom has no place.

But I am bored.
I am tired of angels,
Tired of fiery hells,
Tired of living.
And though life breathes around e
And vibrates with ecstatic being,
I am bored with it.

Maybe I will have my own hell,
A torture worse than any Satan
Could devise —
I am bored.

So leave me be!
Let me be bored,
For it is my business
And nobody else’s;
And maybe someday
I will get bored
Being bored.