Boredom

Boredom is hard to define,

It is the epitome of nothing

That occurs when one hasn´t anything to do.

It comes in various forms and sizes:

Counting lines on the ceiling,

Spots on the floor,

Or screws on a table.

The recounting of the hundredth counting

The yawns and wasteful doodling....

Nothing

Nothing can be so easily described,

A space that has no end,

Ãnd no beginning.

The moment in which no work,

Nor play is done or thought of.

A blank page on which ink has yet to tint.

A darkness that holds just blackness.

It has no feeling, no thought,

Nothing described easily as simply-

Nothing.

???

Have you ever thought about the world;
Of things as they are,
As they were,
As they can be,
As they should be?

Have you ever pictured a moment in time;
What happened,
What could happen,
What should have happened,
What is happening?

Imagine a child;
Has his past been good,
Has his future blessings,
Has he the perfect life now?

Feel a breeze blowing;
Where has it come from,
Where will it go,
Where should it be,
Where should it have gone,
Where will it stand still,
Where will it end?

Listen to a sound;
Does it come from nearby,
Does it say something,
Does it do anything,
Does it mean a warning,
Does it require a reaction,
Does it just simply sound?

Touch an object;
Of whom does it belong,
Of who does it want,
Of what does it need,
Of what does it feel.
Of where will it go?