Boredom?

Time is short, the seconds run,
And minutes pass under the sun..
Hours we while away with a yawn,
To ourselves we become a pawn..

Dawdling away the day with a grumble,
Speaking is a task, so we bumble and mumble..
"I'm bored, I'm bored.. There's nothing to do",
"No, I've read this book, and that one too!"..

Glued to our seats, in front of our screen,
We eat, and talk and even daydream!..
Until boredom once again overcomes,
And conquers us all in large sums..

And again we begin our old living tale,
Of boredom that cloaks our minds with it's veil..
If only we discovered our creative side,
Boredom then would run and hide!