I **** boredom with 40 mg
of dopamine rush,
and I am not ashamed of it;
There are days I want
to scale mountains, you see,
but boredom usually
takes control of me,
A relentless, cunning foe
devouring my precious time,
I knew I had to do something,
I needed a potent elixir against this foe
that would make it retreat and lay low,
Thankfully, I found sweet remedies
with modern-day sorceries,
Tiny capsules conjured by
witches in white robes;
Now I make neurons
dance in harmony
Although they can end–
up harming me,
I take precious care
to follow the witches' recipes,
Because with these sweet remedies,
I'm able to unleash fiery affairs
and become a maestro of untamed tasks,
A force to be felt and seen;
While I know these moments
shall pass like fleeting comets,
As they grant me focus
with lightning bolt's flash,
I will embrace them,
Every second.