Boredom....

across a pale blue sky the sun would bend
but my days...my days would never end
it is not my wish to watch the clouds
trapped within a concrete giant
for my modest dreams have not yet turned so pliant
I want to visit places where the grass grows tall
where time turns golden when it's fall


i want not to sit and let dullness imprison my mind
i yearn to be part of something stellar...where my thoughts are not so confined
how liberating would poetry for a living be?
truly fascinating if I could be just me
no true warmth can be felt in arctic smiles
days spent like this can never seem worth the while
the desire to run away is so fierce
that breathing itself seems a chore
if only i could abandon all and set out to explore
my longings alone would guide me to a land devoid of grey
where my imagination can run wild
where to dreariness it would never fall prey!