boredom

I sit here n there
n think its not fair..
I tap the table
whistle when im able..
I scratch my head
n the night's dead..
I let my mind flow
n feel the winds blow..
I stare left n right
watch the screen so white..
I search for a plan
on whatever i can..
I stroll the room
n smell the perfume..
I look out the window
thought i saw a shadow..
I tour the sky
n gave it a try..
I count the stars
n look for mars..
I gave it all up
n filled a cup..
I turned on the record
n it all felt discord..
I seem so walled
n somehow enthralled..
I hear the clock tick
n maybe im a hick..
I wonder how
n what to do now..
I believe its a bore
n something to abhor..


29th October'08 at 2:19 am