Busy.

I'm brand new to adulthood. Nearing the end of my college career I'm seeing how time with family and friends becomes less and less. It's hard...so here's a poem.

Busy your mind

Don't become bored

Boredom is a trap

A trap door that leads to nowhere

Where you're all alone

Reach out to friends

Their minds are still busy

We're adults now

Adults don't play 

Unless there's nothing to get done

Or if we're bored.

...and our timing is perfect

...ly awful

Boredom doesn't sync up

It's not predicted through calculation

...though that helps busy the mind

Ironic that calculating boredom

Takes it away for a brief moment

I just wish my mind

Would stop battling itself

When it has no problem to solve

It makes itself the problem

And makes me aware

That I'm alone.

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[Relic]

Ah, but what about those minds that are too busy. I get headaches from it. haha I know what you mean though. It's kind of like idle hands are the devil's workshop.