What do you do?
When you have nothing to do?
Stuck in class,
A pain in the a55.
Waiting and waiting,
For my friend to be finishing.
His damn project,
I can't object.
The chairs are all taken,
My welfare forsaken.
I sit then on hard disk,
Which is quite a great risk.

Help me, help me!
Tis no place to be!
To be subject to such horror,
Like dead bodies in a drawer!
I sigh and I sigh,
With bored breath of my.
To will an explosion near,
And send some panicky cheer.

Then with eyes closed,
I willed for time flowed;
To cease it's tardiness,
To speed with readiness.
I start to dream,
To form my own realm.
My ponderings began,
Of things in future gain.

That my passion is for stories,
For therein mine release.
A place of personal solace,
Imaginations like forests.
Ah, these dreams are sure attainable,
If I will strive unshakable.
But long I've dwelled in stagnancy,
Hence far my dreams from pregnancy.

For much has time been wasted!
Much hope is yet be tasted!
Carpe diem, or so they say,
To find a way, to seize the day!
My advice is to all,
Who'd listen and not ignore,
Is to take each day by it's hand,
And take each chance that is sent!

Then I awake, to realities present.
To face the has, and all the hasn't.
My friend's not done, such usual fashion.
And as I wait, I ask this question.

What do you do?
When you have nothing to do?