Boredom

Watched a kite and then a bird
Just like my mind they flew changing directions
Ever so often. I wish I knew that there was just one road
To take me to where you are, if only the sign posts were clearer
And the milestones were not of numbers but "hot", "luke warm and "cold".
Are the songs on the radio all clues?
Is dusk a time when everyone comes back home?
Will the phone begin to ring if I stare at it hard enough?
Would the books read themselves to me?

Boredom...