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I’m bored, I’m bored, what should I do?

I’m bored, I’m bored, I could skip to my Lou.

I could sing a new song, I could dance a little jig,

I could draw something small; I could dream something big.

I could text an old friend I haven’t talked to in years,

I could pick up the phone and talk off their ears.

I could take a long walk, enjoying nature at its best,

I could read a good book and put my feet up to rest.

I could clean up my closet that spills out at my feet,

I could continue to my dresser making it all nice and neat.

I could take out my crayons, and color inside the lines,

I could pull out my photos and reminisce on old times.

I could try a new recipe and share it with friends,

I could watch an old movie, though I know how it ends.

I could go to the shelter and help the animals in need,

I could learn about gardening and plant a few seeds.

I could learn a new language, a new hobby, or skill,

I could skip rocks in the pond, watching ripples til they’re still.

I could go to the library, a theater, or café,

I could watch the sunset until the last light of day.

I could count all my blessings and be thankful for each,

I could write them all down and put them far out of reach,

Until the next time I say “Oh, what should I do,”

There are so many choices, and the hours are few.