Boredom s Cage

Like a caged animal I stare, shedding the brevity of the day. But when comes the time to relax, I fail. Boredom emerges from my listlessness. I act but without fun, and a nothingness converges upon my mind. And so I pace but I don t move, considering.

Five minutes becomes an hour and my eyes begin to droop. All too soon my shoulders slump as I start my lean against gravity. I daydream further, and still nothing satisfies me. Would you call this lethargic? Catatonic? My disregard for everything can never last, but for now I can see nothing emerge from this freeze.