Bored of Life

Lost in thought…

Watch the clock tick away, longing for the glorious bell to ring to allow you those 10 minutes passing periods of freedom

Just have to make it through another minute, another class period, another day, another week only to repeat the same cycle

Just clinging onto the hope of a possible moment of fun, only to come down into the monotony of your daily routine

Maybe I am sulking, but what is there to look forward to in the present?

“Live in the present”, but what if the present isn’t good enough? The future is more exciting, or even worse unhopeful,the past, a nice reminder of the life once loved. But the present is just bothersome. I can’t live in the moment happily.

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Very rough. Let me know how to make the last stanza more clean. I don't know if this really qualifies as a poem really, perhaps just well stated thoughts. None of my poetry is really regular in the fact that has neat little 4 line stanzas that ryhme. I hope my poetry isn't too discursive and rambling...for I have a proclivity and tendency to do that, like now, that always happens when I am typing something. But hey at least I used 2 of my vocabulary words in there!