| Poetry |
| My Poems |
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| You start to notice many things, Like how the dust on the tv looks a lot like smoke rings. You've counted how many days that bag of Lays Has been perched on the fridge; 35 days You become aware of your body And how out of shape you are Then you plan a hiking journey To somewhere that's really far You plan what you shall wear, and bring, and so you linger All the while unconciously biting your finger When it starts to hurt, you wake up and realize That the hiking journey requires your body to mobilize And so that journey is shoved in your mind's shelf And you continue lingering on the couch and scratching yourself. But ah, even though being bored does not challange your body or mind At least it comforts and softens your behind. |
| BEING BORED |