Boring

Boring, a word that sounds so gray,

A lack of excitement, in every way.

A dull and tedious pace, that never strays,

From the monotony, of everyday.

The minutes tick by, like a slow-moving the stream,

As we trudge through tasks, that are anything but a dream.

No thrill, no adventure, no spark in sight,

Just a dull routine, that plods through the night.

But even in boredom, there's a chance to find,

A moment to reflect, to think and to ponder,

And find the beauty, in the mundane and the ordinary.

So let us embrace, the boring days too,