''A Time When you Felt Bore''

In moments draped with endless gray,

When time seems slow, and dreams decay,

The clock’s hands crawl with restless grace,

In a stagnant, dreary, hollow space.

The hours blend in monotone,

As boredom’s weight is deeply sown.

No spark ignites the weary mind,

No colors in the dull unwind.

Each tick a drone, a ceaseless drone,

A silence where ambitions groan.

In this endless, vacant trance,

Yet in this void, a lesson hides,

In patience, clarity abides.

For even in the dullest span,

Growth can blossom, unseen plan.