How do you counter boredom?
I tried to do that by writing about it.In 'silly verse'.
Through the window I see,it rains again;
Inside,the words rain upon
Of undetermined stress,unknown strain
Slides projected,figures drawn.
Like the drops hitting concrete below;
These words rebound,and dry with time.
It becomes too tough a job to follow;
As the mind searches for words that rhyme.
Glances at the clock
Time stands still
A mental block
More time to kill.
Ah look now,he's calling the rolls
This,this must be end of it all.
A period is all it took.The next day I'll be looking for a new topic then.By the end of the year,there would be an epic on ennui.