Bored

Through my window the sun is shining,

I am laying on my bed.

And it is really quite blinding.

I'm so bored, like I said.

I try to read but it's too hot,

I practice the math that I've been taught.

But nothing will wish this boredom away,

Out side may be summer, but inside I'm gray.

I feel like taking a nap,

Or floating in a pool,

Or drinking a cup of lemonade,

Trying to stay cool,

I know that I have a lot to do,

And not time to waste,

But every time I try something new,

I feel like sticky paste.

So this is why I'm acting,

Like a lump of clay,

This is why I'm sitting here,

On a beautiful day like today,

But wait! I can do better then this!

Then sitting around, day-dreaming of bliss,

Of sitting and thinking and writing a poem,

And sitting waiting for nothing at home.

I don't have time to write this poem,

My piano songs I need to know em'

My math, my schooling, and young women's too,

And Important stuff on my list to-do.

Why am I being so lazy?

Maybe because I went crazy.

Expectations I need to step-up,

Poetry is not enough.

Now I will be useful indeed,

I will go and succeed,

The Lord has prepared a way for me,

I will get things done you will see!

I guess if I'm going to get things done,

I better stop writing this poem for fun,

But if you ever need encouragement,

Write a poem it helps, every bit!!!

-Dassia :D