Thoughtful Writing

I'm so bored, not ignored
just entirely bored.
Walking around the mall is fun
but what am I to when I'm done?
As I look around I see all sorts of faces.
Some of them in the strangest of places.
Listening to my music helps my writing a little.
Gosh this day is so brittle.
Thinking of words and writing them down
can help produce a smile from a frown.
Still bored and still writing,
but hey, at least no one's fighting.
Nothing else to say and no one else to do
except writing this down and talking to you.
Yeah you, you are reading this right?
The most I will do is talk online before sleeping tonight.
I will be leaving soon enough
and where I'll be going is gonna be very tough.
I'll make it through though, for me it won't be that tough.
When I get back, I may be big and buff.
Everyone's life will be filled with many ups and downs,
including the unlimited smiles and frowns.
I said to myself, "That's alright."
Then it hit me one night.
Life is a river, forever flowing wide and deep.
In the words of Edgar Allen Poe, "...miles to go before I sleep."

© creative_silence, 2006