Looking continuously at the wall clock
Wishing it could stop
Looking up, down, right and left
Expecting the things that you shouldn't expect
Looking at the thiny lines on your palms
Though as if they were newly drawn
These terrible things which you do
Should i say they are weird or cool
When you do all these just to whlile time away
Even when you gain nothing from it other than pain
But i bet you wouldn't stop
Just because you are lonesome
With silence, talking to you
And the soldiers of boredom making a boom
But a reply you wouldn't give
Biting your fingers one, two, three
That shows you're so bored
No one to give you what you want
The lonesome times
When silence keep singing you rhymes
When there is no one to tell you ''hi''
When everything seems so dry
You'll be glad to have new friends
Silence, boredom and the wall-clock beside the chair
During those times
Things that are insignificant appear important
The little ant crawling on the floor calls your attention
As if she is the friend that'll erase your depression
So does every dot or spot on the wall
They'll all seem to be like Ade, Ben bunmmi and paul
But no, they aint
But that's a fact you'll very much hate
Those dots or ants you see
They aint Ade, Tayo or Bisi
Those lonesome times
Boredom bores you and silence gives you delight
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