Leisure Time

Waking up in the morning,

My mind is busy thinking,

What should I do?

I've nowhere to go to.

Spending the day seems long,

Without doing nothing all alone,

Trying to kill this boredom,

By making a poem that long.

Sitting in the balcony,

Drinking coffee or rather tea.

Feeling the breeze as warm as my tea,

Can someone come and be my company?

Here I am now, lying in a couch,

Staring at the ceiling,

While my eyes keeps blinking,

Thinking what to do to make my butt out in this couch.

Now I'm eating,

Filling my stomach to stop from growling,

And staring at the window,

With a deep sigh so low.

What should I do?

I'm so bored and nothing to do,

I want to speed up the time,

To end this lonely leisure time.