In the stillness of an empty room,
Where time seems lost, without a tune,
Shadows stretch across the walls,
And silence answers every call.

The clock ticks on, a steady beat,
Yet moments drift, incomplete,
Faces blur in a foggy haze,
As boredom weaves through endless days.

A sigh escapes, a whispered plea,
For something more, for company,
But all remains a muted sound,
In boredom’s realm, where life is bound.

Dreams of color, thoughts that soar,
Yearn to break this mundane door,
Yet here I sit, in quiet’s grip,
Awaiting change on boredom’s ship.