Written by: Owen Yeates

Sitting in a room so bored
Nothing to do your hopes are floored
Depressed and desperate for something to do
Just sit there and write or go to the loo

Cannot see the point in what you are doing
Just passing the time your mistakes a ruing
You want to break out you feel you could scream
Just want to wake up and find it’s a dream

Alas it is not just a flaky mistake
So you think you might jump in a lake
The rubbish in there is worse off than you
Deaths not the answer not the thing to do

Rip into the boredom and split it in two
Find you an interest something worthwhile to do
Then look to the future with different eyes
Always remember to keep them fixed on the prize