In the quiet hum of endless days,
Where shadows stretch and sunlight plays,
A lingering cloud of listless thought,
In the tapestry of time, I’m caught.
The clock ticks on in whispered tones,
A symphony of muted drones,
Yet in the stillness, dreams take flight,
Seeking solace in the night.
A canvas blank, a mind unbound,
In the depths of silence, whispers sound,
Yearning for the spark to ignite,
In the heart of endless night.
Through the veil of mundane hours,
Blooming thoughts like hidden flowers,
In boredom’s gentle, quiet reign,
Creativity breaks its chain.