Trying to find something to do,
Looking around and nothing seems appealing,
I throw a few ideas around in my head, they all seem to come up short,
This feeling of restlessness appears to be winning,

I put on the T.V. but I never really wanted to,
I pick up a book, not feeling it today,
I went outside but not for very long.
So I pick up the pen and I begin to write,

Words come quickly to me,
Portraying my feelings comes with ease,
My imagination begins to take over,
I drop the oars and the ideas begin to flow,

I was never bored,
You were always here suggesting ideas,
Then it becomes clear as day,
When I do not go within
I almost always go without.