It is not my first time I felt it,
Lying on the sofa alone all around
And singing with pendulum of the clock.
Watching clock and counting for seconds
Waiting for something unknown to happen:
Holding a mobile or tab for hours
And after in break confuse and
Baking mind without a oven.
Truly nothing happen except holding a pen
With a book and copy in hand;
Painting Whatever pass in mind
Or building a palace of bottles and glass:
But still watching the clock
And waiting for that moment to end .
Free time is not always I want
To shake my mind and break-up with thoughts.