Boredom

As I'm looking at this screen,

I search for inspiration.

  

But staring blankly so it seems,

Is not cause for celebration.
 
  

I could search the library’s depths,

For classic works of fiction.

  

For books can be a constant source,

Of adventure and addiction.

  
 

Perhaps I'll curl up in a corner,

Searching for a rhyme.

 

But today I'll have to leave that,

For another time.