BORED

Boredom, a feeling that creeps in, when we're all alone,

With nothing to do, and a mind that's unknown.

It's a void that's there, with a voice that's so still,

And a sense that's there, that our life is standing still.

Boredom, a feeling that's hard to shake,

With a grip that's so tight, and a heart that's so fake.

It's a prison that's there, with a mind that's so still,

And a sense that's there, that our life is standing still.

Boredom, a feeling that's overcome, with a heart that's so brave,

And a spirit that's there, that's determined to save.

It's a chance that's there, to create something new,

And a world that's there, that's waiting for you.

So let's overcome, the boredom that's there,

And find the joy, in a world that's fair.

For in this life, we find a clue,

To a world that's full of fun, and always true.