When boredom strikes


I am unhappy
There is no sign of life in me.
This is so scary,
I cannot afford to just live.
It pains me to live in my fantasies,
Yet there I dwell in comfort.
That is one of my tendencies.
I complain a lot,
Who would not in this boredom.
I want a road to stardom,
Ideas in my mind tossing as if a boiling pot.
My palm on my cheek,
As I imagine the journey ahead.
My life would be sweet,
As I see it in my head.
I am bored now
I want activity
Life is a possibility
Although nothing is happening now


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