Why is it?
I am bored.

Why do I?
keep wishing for Friday to come.

It's Thursday morning,
so why am I?
wishing this day would end.

Shouldn't I?
I should,
use this day to the fullest,
But why don't I?

The feeling of boredom,
it still overwhelms me.

It's my first class of the day,
and here I am,
I'm still sitting with boredom,
but as I do,
I thought of a poem,
and this poem,
it sank into me,
it's not the smoothest poem,
but it tells my thoughts...