Remember when we used to get bored? Sitting on the loo with nothing to do Reading bottles by the bath, ingredients to your mums shampoo Watching the dew roll down, the inside of the moving train window Whilst staring at the fields whizz by, wondering, who built that scarecrow Now a wandering thought is a novelty We don't want to think, need distractions A screen now our go to guarantee Be it in our hand, the phone or laptop A must in life, our brains, sadly, Are starting to rot