Its freezing, it’s chilly
And the fountain’s trickling slow
I put on a jacket and sit to write
I let my mind stroll, I let my mind free
No thoughts run in my mind
Its void, not in my control
Looking like it has tasted freedom
It’s running free, away from me!
I look around again
Just to see if anyone bothered to smile
But everyone seemed in their own world
Playing and laughing, enjoying their best
I am not lonely, but now I feel so
Not hungry, but my tummy rumbles
Feel so numb, but I can feel the wind on my face
I look around again…things are still the same
I sigh! And now I understand
This is the agony …torture of boredom!
DECEMBER 28,2008
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