Boredom Busters

Throughout history, boredom remains constant

What to do, where to go?

The question prevails, the search consistent

I play, I work, I do nothing

So much to do, yet somehow always seem to abort

So many choices, I’m stuck, paralyzed

I forage for novelty, hunting entertainment for sport

Chasing dopamine, an unconscious race

Games are invented, hypothetical scenarios are cast

My mind, the limit to my repertoire

But there are still restrictions, and my attention doesn’t last

Could red or blue be my solution

Yet in real life, the colors often cause me confusion

Tick tick tick, my ideas pass by

Pluck pluck pluck, I pick out a few

To study, to train, to cook or bake

No matter what I choose, one thing always holds true

I chase my smile, the commonality through all

After all, isn’t joy all that matters?

They say to follow your heart, but I disagree

Everything I try, it always ends in tatters. 

P.S. I'm going to be posting a bunch of things that I've written for my English class this past year in the next few posts.