In the quiet hum of ticking clocks,
Time stretches long and wide,
Each second drops like heavy rocks,
On the currents of life’s tide.

Walls whisper tales of yesterdays,
Where laughter used to roam,
Now shadows dance in muted greys,
In the confines of my home.

The world beyond seems far away,
Wrapped in its vibrant hue,
While here my thoughts in circles play,
In shades of listless blue.

Yet in this pause of restless mind,
A chance to dream anew,
To seek the treasures one might find,
When boredom’s veil is through.