Boredom and An Extra Thought

Boredom And An Extra Thought Bouncing around my mind.  Thoughts of something.  Cant get them to form a picture.  So I'm stuck.  Stuck with this thought.  Pacing around aimlessly.  Wishing. Hoping.  Wondering what to do.  As I give in, it over takes me.  The one I feared.  Boredom.  When will that thought form? I scream and thrash.  Why is it over coming my head? My mind melts to nothing.  My words get swept away in the air.  My whole body and everything I am ceases to exist.  Why does boredom take such a hold? I walk up and down in my thoughts.  Thinking.  Wondering.  Wishing.  Then it forms.  That one thought.  Was it really that important? Was the reason I was bored because I was dormant? I nor you shall ever know.