The air is so dull,
there's nothing to do,
no mischief to make,
no potion to brew
Everyone's so silent,
no great news,
no entertainment,
no excuse
But then my mind whips up,
something unique, something nice,
and then my plain, dull world,
gets a bit of spice
Boredom is a cruel state,
but it forces us to use our mind,
so much that our imagination sparks,
and a fictional world we find
©harisamir
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