boredom (for now)
i know sometime i’ll miss these days,
when i have a job that pays
with bills piled up to the ceiling
and i have long since lost the feeling
of sitting here, inside my head
no chore to coax me out of bed.
the minutes pass with ticking clock,
rare inspirations come to knock.
i want to notice everything
the change from winter into spring
the grooves of every grassy blade
and bright red petals neatly splayed.
i want to travel, taste the world,
explore its vastness, yet unfurled.
my body wants to move and breathe.
this dreadful place, can’t wait to leave.
and yet, i sit, content to write.
against the boredom, put up no fight.
lie and bask and watch the sky
as lazy clouds pass slowly by.
