Boredom
There is nothing to do, Nowhere to go, I feel so immobile, I feel so slow I feel so trapped, I must escape, Somehow i must create, And climb down a mental drape, The walls are closing in, I can barely breathe, I must be entertained by anything, Even a peeve, I feel so light, I feel so small, I am soon to dissapear, From lack of doing anything at all, I see the light, I must not fight, It seems so silent, It is not right, So silent, I can hear the ringing in my ears, I am so bored, I cannot fight the tears, Then one last hope, One last chance, My hero has come, to free me from this motionless trance, My hero has come, To take me away, It was just my friend, Who stopped by,chilled, and said ''hey'' We had so much fun, I finally felt sane, Then my friend left, And I am bored once again. Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 03:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"There is nothing to do,..."