Bored, to tears.

That a minite nay even a second feels like years.

Years, eons, even centuries have gone by.

When will this boredom end. 

Hey look a sigh, no wait its a sign.

A sign that boredom is something.

No, I'm not procrasanting.

At least I that says I have something and not nothing.

Friends could be sleeping.

Co workers are uh working.

Teachers are teaching and students are learning.

But oh what's this? A string.

Oh no I've a reached a point where a tiny string,

Has become even more interesting.

So bored in fact that I realized that there are a bunch of ings.

Why do I do this to myself?

Still boredom is on the shelf.

Well I guess nothing is something.

I just wish it was more entertaining.