Freedom Is Boredom Poem by Jon Yttri

In days before I was full-grown
I longed for a milestone.
In mid-May when buds would peak
The final end of school week.
My list of how I'd spend the hour
Was higher than a castle tower
But what I once thought was paradise
Had lost its power to entice.
The books I wanted to peruse
I found much easier to refuse.
The TV I was once desiring
I now found somewhat uninspiring.
The pool I no longer yearned
When ears got clogged and back got burned.
Before long I looked ahead
To shiny books and sharpened led.
To put the lesson into sum"
Freedom is boredom!