... sigh

Distraction...

Like the saviour of boredom,
protector of peace of mind,
...my peace of mind.
Coming in pettie increments
barely enough to satisfy
it almost makes you want to cry.

Distraction...

Sitting, waiting,
dreaming of something to do,
hoping for some kind of clue
between the timely spaced idea's,
sugestions that prove fruitless
and eventually getting me into even more of a mess

Distraction...

Signaling my escape
from the continued suffering
of my tortured conscious
that life was bothering
But freedom's head poke forth
bathing my cornered self
with much needed relief.

Distraction...

protector of peace of mind
...my peace of mind.