Sitting here
i wonder
is there more to the world?
will darkness eventually take over?
thoughts that constantly run
boredom is the key to memories
so said the kid who never lives
sorrow fills my being
as i sit here thinking
nothing to do
no where to go
tomorrow seems to slow
the sun will tease the sky
and i cant fathom why
but this is my constant reminder
of the world outside
sitting here
wondering when boredom will subside
