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.