With nothing to do,
Walls haunt you,
The day drags,
And time nags.

Moments become long,
Like a replaying song;
Silence becomes loud,
Like a threatening cloud.

Restless is your soul,
Seeking some goal,
Something to pursue,
Something to do.

To overcome ennui,
Something screwy
You do but you forget
Lifelong you’ll regret.