On Boredom.

Back on the bed, eyes starring the ceiling, 

The mind is restless, lot of thoughts are popping up,

You dig deep down, into the crevices of the mind,

You unearth memories, some sweet, some dark,

You navigate your history, digging through the soul,

You avoid overwhelming thoughts, they are too dark to approach, 

This is what boredom does, it's unpleasant, but it heals,

Boredom is to the mind, what sleep is to the body.

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