As you grow as an adult,
The ennui has a lesser space in mind,
If only your sense of duty rises above tumult,
Towards sweet pleasures you have been unkind?
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with a roster of tasks,
Dreamy days under the stars and sun to bask,
The mind has no time to grasp.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with a roster of tasks,
With checklists on your desk,
When you build your own nest.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with a roster of tasks,
No time to live an unhurried life,
Dealing with happiness and crisis,
Busy tinkering with gadgets and devices.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with a roster of tasks,
Unless you are an adult child,
Like Joey of F.R.I.E.N.D.S,
In touch with your inner child and the side wild,
You have nobody to answer to or make amends.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with roster of tasks,
Unless you live like a free-spirited gypsy,
Happiness each day getting tipsy.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with roster of tasks,
Envying those who are able to have fun and a blast,
Running between schedules you felt aghast,
Relaxing and unwinding, a thing of the past.
What is boredom to a grown up?
Each day filled with roster of tasks,
Time spent with family and kids, priceless,
A blessing, some have been amissed,
Living a different life and being sun kissed,
Exploring arenas, meeting people, and feeling blessed.
