Boredom

In my room I sit,
Watching time sit on its wings 
Can't you fly? I asked
For you, I won't, she answered 

Angrily set I out
But only to the outside of inside.
On a bench, I set me down 
While the crow cawed in the sky 

I stare on in jealousy
Wishing I was as he ,
Until my brain picked up a pestle 
And began pounding away.

A lazy wind walked by.
Noticing it, I closed my eyes,
Grabbing a fan, he began 
Fanning my body 

Moments later, my eyes open,
When exactly, I know not.
Lifting myself up on my leg,
I walk back to my room.

Sticking my tongue out at Time,
Time replied 'I haven't even shook my wings'
Looking at the clock,
A wave of desperation hit me.

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