Boredom

Another bit from a while back.

When you're bored you think alot, or maybe not at all.

You sit around and makes faces, you start drawing on the walls.

You start hearing rhythm everywhere, from leaky sinks to thumps.

From squeaky doors, to whirling fans, you just can't get enough.


You start to make believe, if only in your head,

That you've become a rock star..Or maybe a fireman instead.

You start to think of fantasies, of what you really want.

Some that you'd never tell a soul for fear of someone's taunt.

Then when you have things to do, you complain that you're too busy.

Maybe you really like being bored, instead of in a tizy.


For it seems you're truely happy there, with everything at ease.

You get to imagine what you want, and do silly things.

You get to be care free if only for a while.

I don't know about you, but when I'm bored I smile.

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[deeps]

You start to think of fantasies, of what you really want.
Some that you'd never tell a soul for fear of someone's taunt.
Then when you have things to do, you complain that you're too busy.
Maybe you really like being bored, instead of in a tizy.

I love the rhyme scheme in these two lines,
This is a wonderful write.