Sitting still

A lot has been happening and I am very greatful for it all, but at the same time things are getting so boring.  I have had nothing to do afterschool since Wednesday.  No kidding.  I

've watched the shows on television.                     

    

I've sang all the songs on my iTunes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've read the books in my shelves.

 

I've watched all the old movies, done all the crafts, thinked all my thoughts(yes, I said that on purpose) and hobbied out all of the hobbies.  And I still don't have anything to do for fun.  It's so bad I actually did my homework...at home.  What's next, I work on reports early?!? 

I wish I had something like All-West Honor Choir to work on.  Or a novel to write.  If only I had a wild passion for something.  Something that you could never get board with-something fresh.

Oh wait, I do.  Music.  Maybe I could decide which job in the industry is right for me.  I could write a song or two.  That sounds like fun.  I'll just take an old poem, glue myself to my piano's seat, focus and throw mood swings at anyone who happens to walk by.

I'll write some lyrics now, to warm up my creative cap.

 

 

And I know this sounds so fake, but isn't that what we really are?

Running around, playing give and take-you know you've never gotten far.

I've got all this time for these tempting thoughts that are swimming in my skull

to change me.

I've got all this time for these terrible plans that are swimmnig in my skull

to actually persuade me.

Who knows?  I just might let them take over. 

People change.  When you love them they leave, or die or change.

Why can't I?

 

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Corny, I know.  I don't usually write poems, I just enjoy them.  Plus free verse writers miss some great challenges.  Ugh.  I'll continue in a notebook.