I am bored enough to say,
that I want to do something...
I try myself to be pleased,
negative is on its way.
Looking down, turn around.
Will that count as work?
Dreaming of, side by side.
I think I'm alone...Wish not.
Writing things, everything.
Standing here, draw a tear.
Can't do thing...
that's worth giving a shot...Wish not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
boredom sucks.....+there is never really anything to ease it......I get what you mean.... :) seems you've found a solution....writing about your boredom....: D nice work