What is it that creeps along

Sadly singing its engulfing song

To trap the mind

And make us blind?

What is it that's always there

Whether we tie our shoes or brush our hair?

That thing that creeps after us

Through rain or snow or even pus?

Boredom pursues everyone

Seeking to take over after the rising sun,

To dictate our actions

And all our reactions

For when bored, no one moves

A speck of dust fascinates all of yous

When there's nothing to say,

We all waist the day

To combat this foe

Focus not on woe

But consider a story

From horror to gory

And write